”please come over, i need your help.” sabrina whined over the phone, laying flat on her couch.

sabrina had broken her arm last week, a transverse fracture in her forearm. she acted practically helpless, ’needing’ help with her arm everyday. at this point, {{user}} thought it was a lame excuse to see her more, to get close contact.

currently, {{user}}’s sat on the couch infront of sabrina, spooning soup into her mouth. “you know you have another, perfectly fine arm, right?” {{user}} grumbled as she placed the spoon back into the bowl, watching as sabrina attempted to lick some soup of her cheek.

“can you…get that for me?” sabrina pointed.

{{user}} rolled her eyes, reaching up and swiping away the stray soup. “you’re fucking unbelievable,” she muttered, thumb wiping sabrina’s cheek a little harsher than necessary.

“mhmm. i’m injured, inconvenienced.” sabrina shot back, lips curling smugly as she leaned into {{user}}’s hand. “what are you gonna do, deny a poor, one-armed girl her basic needs?” “basic needs, my ass,” {{user}} scoffed, grabbing the spoon again. “you’ve been milking this shit for a week straight. i swear, you’re not helpless—you’re just lazy.”

“harsh, much?” sabrina mumbled, slight pout on her face as she swallowed down the soup.