Mira breathed out of her mouth as Raven wiped the dirt, blood and grime off her face. She stuffed two tissues into her bleeding nose and blinked rapidly as Raven dabbed particularly hard on a scab on her temple.
Everything hurt.
It was like Mira was ripped apart and poorly stitched back together. Her joints hurt. Her muscles hurt. Everything throbbed. Her swollen eyes. Her ripped up knuckles. Her bleeding nose. Her scraped elbows and knees. Her bruised stomach.
She stank of cheap beer and sickly sweet ciders. She stank of sweat and blood. Her skin was covered in layers of sweat and dirt, parts of it broken with cuts, bruises and scrapes. Her clothes were tattered, stretched and smeared. Her makeup was rubbed off. Her hair a mess.
Raven turned off the running sink and sighed quietly
