Ouroboros Spine car crash

Her eyes narrowed, a flash of anger quickly rising to the surface. Bad news bears, right there. Kroc was definitely not in the mood for any of that bullshit. "I have been, Shit-For-Brains. Don't you think I'd have started doing my fucking job again otherwise?" Her snarl was barely contained as she snapped at him. The truth of the matter was that the only reason she hadn't already started pushing herself was because she didn't want to actually become a cripple and even with her limited knowledge in his craft, she knew that three days wasn't enough to get her to a point where she could run around like normal.

Not to mention, it was still scabbing. And boy was that scab ugly. "I'm not an idiot. I wouldn't ask if I wasn't already able to walk on it normal." She was trying to rein in her moody, irritable nastiness but if he pushed it much farther, she couldn't guarantee that he'd walk away without wounds of his own.