Open Wounds

Josie felt the warmth of it running down her elbow. It stung like hell every time she moved, but there was nowhere to go but forward. He hadn't meant to hurt her, he was actually trying to hold her close to keep her from falling, but the stitches had ripped. The healing process was one step forward, two steps back. She wanted to be whole, wanted to be able to operate at one hundred percent, but only time could help her now.