he almost pulled his fingers back because even that light touch from bobbi sent knives of pain shooting up his arm. ❛ jus’ make sure they fix my arm. please. i need t’ be able t’ shoot. i need to. ❜
and okay, maybe he was starting to panic.

she watched him, taking her hand away when she noticed pain in his face and nodded. ❛ don’t worry. they’ll fix your arm and it’ll be good as new. PROMISE. ❜