Check Check... 1... 2...
The bruise had developed very nicely in the time that it had taken to get back to T.C., exploding in purples and yellows across Max's temple in a manner that complemented Peta's own shiner of black and gold. Peta had considered making a quip about 'wardrobe coordination' when Max and Alec had burst through the door, but to be honest, it was just too much effort to talk when you had a hole in your lung. And Jericho had already sternly warned her that one more smart ass remark was going to get her put in a less private recovery room. That was the very last thing that Peta, normally so social, wanted right now. She didn't even want to look at anybody, she was so tired.
Just checking to see who's out there. Haven't updated in a year, working on anything might be kind of superfluous at this point.
ADD:
Thanks everyone! I'm slow I know, I'm only up to four pages for the next chapter and I'm not even past Friday morning yet. -_-; It's more difficult getting back into the swing of writing that it would seem. Weird. But I appreciate everyone who's been checking! ^_^