She’s bleeding. It's not too bad, but it’s enough to sting. Enough to remind her of the chaos that follows her wherever she goes. She’s used to it. The cuts. The bruises. The explosions that don’t always go as planned.

Her knuckles were raw, smeared with grime and bruises from a fight she barely remembered starting. Every movement made her muscles ache, but she grinned anyway, pain was just proof she survived.

You knelt beside her, kit in hand, face calm in that way that always made her want to punch something or kiss you, sometimes both. She didn’t look directly at you, but she felt every inch of you there, hovering like a steady pulse against her chaos.

Jinx: "Don’t freak out. It’s not mine." she said with a smirk, even though most of it definitely was