Ivy’s face contorted in a sour way. Her arm, she realized, was the place of pain after the adrenaline of running wore off. A shard of glass, thicker than a shard of anything she had seen before, was stuck deep in her skin. It had jammed its little way between her skin just enough to almost cause lasting damage.
Sitting in the infirmary she sighed, she didn’t wish for this to happen of course, but...