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She should have just let one of them carry her. Her arrogance about walking on her own had been for nothing. It hadn't gained her points with anyone, and who cared if it had? But once her pride made the decision, she hadn't been able to take it back. Until she reached the point where her next step would put her on the ground. That would have hurt her pride more than the ask.
With each step, the pain increased rather than slip away as the wound healed. It was when a pathetic sound of weakness leaked from her throat she knew she'd pushed too far. She didn't need to look around to know all eyes were on her. She felt their stares, felt the atmosphere pause while they waited to see how she might lash out. But they didn't know she was too tired, too mortified by her feeble attempt to make a
