Whitefish River running through the parking lot, he chased me and he wouldn't stop

She followed his instruction—aloe and cobweb it would be. He mentioned painkillers and she shook her head. No need, she murmured. The stabbing pain in her side was a nice distraction, at best. 

She would have asked where he was from, but she didn’t necessarily want to get into niceties. Or her own home, and what it was like. That beautiful vale which she had considered a haven until this moment. 

Any other thoughts on the wound? She was interested to see what another would say on it—Antigone had, after all, been learning.