"No-" fuck. Nina almost didn't want Jeritza to see the state she was in, knowing that his hands were the cause of it, at least in the physical sense. That hurt more than the broken bones and cuts and burning acid and fuck she didn't think that part through enough. The aftermath will be awful.

Nina stood from the chair, blood rushing, spilling onto the floor already soaked with it. She stumbled, still half sobbing as she tried to move away from him.

But she fell instead, slipped and toppled, twisting at the last second to brace herself on her unbroken arm, the feeling of her burned hand hitting the floor making her whimper. That was it. That is what truly broke her, her head bowed to rest against her forearm, the sizzling of her own skin right beside her ear, and she just... cried. Don't look at her. Please god don't look at her.