Sasha looked up at Levi, before instantly looking back down to her feet.
“I…I told you, I’m fine…”
“No, no you’re not” Vanessa retorted.
“What would you know!? you’re in a freaking wheelchair!” She snapped, attempting to stand and storm off only to find she lacked the strength to even get off the bed.
“Sasha, calm down…” Levi mutttered. “Just tell us what’s wrong…”
“Its…its me…its you…everything…” She began, inhaling as she began bawling. Levi paused, raising his eyebrow before crouching down in front of her.
“What?”
“You…Your face…your arms…”
Levi sighed, remembering that pretty much everything he used to conceal his scars was removed over the course of the day, save for his ■■■■■.
“Its nothing, its not your fault”
“Yes it is…I was the one who made him mad…” She sobbed. Vanessa looked to Levi, searching for an answer.
“Gordon was a jerk to begin with, don’t worry…I would have ticked him off sometime somehow…Heck, not even all of these were from your little blowup!”
“Would somebody please explain what the hell you’re talking about?”