"What the heck happened to that?" Zoe asked, her eyes, almost popping out of its socket. Before I can even stop her from holding me. She has my pulse and she is running her eyes all over it, inspecting my bruise. She darted her pools back on my face. I lightly tug my hand out of her fingers and it's a good thing that she let go of it easily.
I pulled the sleeves of my sweater to cover my bruise but doing it so won't stop Zoe from giving me her pair of questioning eyes.
I rolled my eyes on her, in hope that by doing it so, she will allow me to slide this thing without giving her an explaination that she is dying to hear.
"Who hurt you? Are your bones okay? Are they not fractured or something?" she asked and I immediately shakes my head.
I don't think I have those but to be honest th
