"No," she said loudly, then winced. Okay, no speaking up. Ow. Again. Or deep breathing. Which narrowed down what it was pretty well, actually. She'd had a broken rib before, and this felt the unpleasant kind of familiar, quite unlike the feeling of leaning against Lorcan...
Corrie blinked furiously as if that would clear her head faster. It was getting better, but she was still confused. Was the rib the origin of her "inside wrong" feeling? Her injured hand on the outside, and then just a rib? Maybe the shock of flying back like that, and all the mess with the boggart, and everything happening so fast and now...?
"I can stand, I just need... help getting up," she said quietly, head down as she leaned against him. He didn't think she was playing hurt just to get close to him, would he? God, if she could stand up on her own without it feeling so dreadful... well, she didn't know what she'd do. But this was... it was... she hadn't planned it, and if he thought...
But it just kept happening, and she felt...
A lump rose in Corrie's throat, and tears came to her frustrated eyes. "I just need help," she repeated.