⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀” it’s. . it’s a surface wound. i’ll be fine.” estelle’s hand pressed against her stomach, fingers trembling as a deep crimson seeped into the fabric of her shirt. she drew in a slow, sharp breath, trying to steady herself as another wave of pain tore through her.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀” ’sides.. once i’ve got my strength back, i can heal it. ”