queenofweapons:

 

^{[ Looks down to Whitney’s side, knowing that it wouldn’t be wise to ask more questions since it’d only cause her to get up and leave. ]} 

Okay, I’ll take care of it. Stay put.

^{[ She says with a soft voice but still quite firmly as she goes to the cabinet in her workshop to look for bandages. ]}

Nnrgh… [ Whitney shut her eyes and leant her head back against the uncomfortable and no doubt stupidly expensive sofa. Reaching up to her face, she pulled her golden mask away from it, unable to breathe properly with the damage that had been done.

Fuck. She’d be out for weeks ]