She didn't have nails. Just now, in order to push Windsor Myres's face away, somehow, she tore the corner of her mouth, and blood was coming out.
Mia Ginger propped herself up with one hand and stood up.
It took a good while.
Her butt hurt.
In this weather, she was only wearing a pair of thin jeans. Falling so heavily on the hard tiles, it felt like the bones were all cracking, and her foot twisted. Only when she stood did she realize, and with a "thud," she fell back down.
Windsor Myres stared at her dumbly.
Mia Ginger gritted her teeth and glared at her, then suddenly stood up, bent over to grab her bag, and limped away.
"Stop right there!" Windsor Myres quickly called out to her.
Mia Ginger kept walking to herself, didn't even turn her head, as if she hadn't heard her at all.
Windsor Myres grabbed her wrist, "To the hospital."
"Damn it, I don't want to be embarrassed!" Mia Ginger flung her hand away, couldn't keep her balance, and fell back to the ground.
