Azariah's POV:
"Let me see your arm," I told her once I pulled out of her after the third round.
I could smell the bruises all over her body but her arm had the strongest scent of them all. I grabbed my boxers and slipped them on while she grabbed a blanket and covered herself up quickly without using her hurt arm.
"It really hurts a lot if I try to move my hand or fingers." She told me and lifted her left arm for me to look at it.
I sat down beside her and grabbed her upper arm so I didn't put any pressure where the massive bruise and swelling were appearing. I could tell just by looking at it that it wasn't just bruised.
"It's most likely fractured," I told her and she pulled her arm out of my grasp and cried a little at the pain of the sudden movement and held it close to her
