Post by Tallulah Wright on Dec 12, 2016 16:34:46 GMT
“Hey Jack, wait up!”
Tallulah didn’t like running. Walking, she learned to do well enough that no one could suspect a thing if they didn’t know better, but running was still awkward. It was mainly because when you ran, you often put weight only on your toes and she couldn’t quite do that with the prosthetic. Okay, she was not really running. More like jogging or walking fast, but that still required a bit more attention to her steps, something she didn't do as he was focusing on her friend she was trying to get a hold on. As a result, she almost fell on him. She took a hold of his shirt, grabbing the sleeve while making sure she wouldn’t squeeze too much skin while trying to get her balance back. It was a short run but she still took a moment to make sure she was fine before lifting her gaze on to the Irish boy.
“You totally forgot this, stupid,” she said on a light tone, giving him a small smile as she showed him the book she had been holding on her other hand. One that belonged to him. “Seriously, what’s with you and your love of getting out? You’re always dashing away.” She sighed at this. And then winced, for an entirely different reason. Lately, her leg had been hurting. She’d been told it was normal. Ghost pain, or something like this. Plus her brain had just started to get used to the fact she didn’t have a right leg but now she did, except it still couldn’t sense anything from it since there were no nervous system linking the two together. As long as she had been sitting, she barely felt it, only that weird sensation of something wrapped around her knee and thigh, where she tied the thing and all. But that chase, although short, brought it back. “You mind a second?” she asked as she kept a hold onto Jack. “My leg hurts,” she explained as she bent to scratch below her knee. She knew it wouldn’t change anything but she had to do something.
TAG: Jack McCarthy
