"Where are you going?" Paul asked the limping woman struggling to come out of his apartment.
"Where do you think? My apartment, move." She said struggling to balance herself against the door.
Paul shook his head as he watched her struggle, she was far from healed and here she was being stubborn. "How are you going to survive on you own? Since it's not obvious to you Patricia really messed you up."
"Oh geez I haven't noticed." She rose her hands sacarstically, wincing as she did. Her right ankle, head, and right wrist were under wraps. She had sitches in her nose and lip and her eyes where still blue or purple well not the normal colour. And with every step she took it was obvious she was struggling. Now here she was hugging his door, unable to even support herself but insisting on leaving.
"Katherine go back in, you can't be alone right now." He ordered.
"Who said I was going to be alone?" She asked him.
