Go to the Bar, they said. It will be fun, they said. || dontmess-withdamien
The male blinked, managing a chuckle at her reaction despite her seriousness and the fact that he was in serious pain. “Maybe pay for my hospital bill for this?” he suggested jokingly, chest heaving from all the large portions of air he’d been taking in. He was still fine enough to put a bit of pressure on his injured ankle, but he had to hop mostly to get anywhere. With one hand on the brick wall, he extended a hand to her, expecting her to take it so they can finally leave. "Come on, let’s go before that guy decides to come back" he said calmly as he started to turn around to the exit of the alleyway.
The girl stared at him for a moment in disbelief before half-forcing a nervous chuckle. “Jesus, after all that I’m amazed you’re still able to say that. But yeah, I guess I can.” she replied as scratched her head, scrutinizing his injuries. “Dude, you wanna go to a hospital or clinic or what?” Kaitlyn then asked with a raised brow as she took his hand and followed him.
