Momo hadn't been trained for years in first aid for nothing. She could see the way the boy strained and struggled to breath and force out words.
"You fell? How many times? A dozen by the looks of it!" Momo sat down her book and chocolate on the bed side table.
"Jei, I don't want to force you to talk anymore than you have to... but, did someone do this to you?" She reached up and played with a strand of her own hair feeling rather self conscious. What an issue. It hit too close to home. "I mean. Is someone hurting you. Like a bully?"
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Date: 2008-02-24 12:54 am (UTC)"You fell? How many times? A dozen by the looks of it!" Momo sat down her book and chocolate on the bed side table.
"Jei, I don't want to force you to talk anymore than you have to... but, did someone do this to you?" She reached up and played with a strand of her own hair feeling rather self conscious. What an issue. It hit too close to home. "I mean. Is someone hurting you. Like a bully?"