❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
“Well I wasn’t and I am still here. With all my body parts intact”. she replied and gave her best friend her dimply smile as she was taken into the medical tent. “And do you honestly think a car bomb of all things could take me away? I mean honestly. I am far too kickass for that”. Arizona replied as she held her arm against her chest. She was so worn out right now but being partially blown up does that to you.
“Stop moving,” Teddy ordered, trying to assert control over a situation that had none. “You might have a spinal injury, Arizona. They told me how far you were thrown from that van…” Her friend was in shock, that much was obvious —— by the look of that dislocated shoulder, Arizona was going to be in a good amount of pain in due time.