"Really, Berry, what the fuck is wrong with you? Your hand is fucking bleeding. Fuck."
Straw's voice was sharp, but her hands were steady. She grabbed Berryanna's wrist before she could pull away, turning it so the blood was fully visible. It wasn't pouring, but it was enough. Enough to make Straw angry. Enough to make her chest tighten.
"So many f words."
Berryanna said it flatly, like an observation, not a complaint. Her tone didn't change. She didn't flinch. Her posture stayed relaxed, shoulders loose, as if nothing was wrong at all.
"Fuck you," Straw said as she wrapped Berryanna's hand carefully. "Don't hurt yourself like that. I don't like it. I'd rather see others bleed, but not you, okay?"
She pressed the cloth down, a little harder than necessary, testing for a reaction. There was none. Berryanna didn't even suck in a breath.
"Is that a command or what?" Berryanna asked.
