“I know, i know,” Joel muttered as he dragged you back into the corner. He was trying hard to not listen to your cries of pain.

“It’s alright, darlin’. It’s okay.” He muttered, pulling you between his legs. He looked down your right leg. Your ankle was twisted in a way it shouldn’t have been.

“Hold onto me, baby girl.” Joel murmured, his hand grabbing your ankle and snapping it back in place. “Shhh…shhh, it’s okay. Shush now.” Joel ran his hand over your head. “I know…but we gotta move, baby.”