1/2 sry
Pride went a long way. It was the only thing keeping Jazmine from making noise about how much her hand hurt. Which was quite a bit, it hurt, oh god. Manny had always made busting windows look easy. This guy too, he'd just tapped his elbow and the glass broke away. Was it as simple as male versus female upper body strength? How stupid did this man think she was, pulling something like that? Wouldn't it be nice if she could melt into the floor and disappear forever?
Jaz's hand throbbed. She cradled it close to her chest, ducking to the opposite side of the room to go through the cupboards under the sink. "It's fine," she said through grit teeth. Her voice felt too high and bright, and it probably didn't help that she threw a wavering smile over her shoulder at the guard. What else was she going to say, when faced with a man who's leg had been mauled by an undead canine? Her hand was secondary; she knew it, he knew it.
She waited until he was busy cutting his pants away to unwrap her sweater from around her fist, out of his view. The side of her hand was already swollen, her pinky tucked under her ring finger, the knuckle missing. Years of being around Jax and his friends, especially during high school, had at least taught her enough to know what a boxer's fracture was. Trying to move it, however slightly, caused enough pain that Jaz smacked her forehead into the lip of the counter. Shit. Had to be her right hand too, didn't it? Not like she needed that hand to work or eat or anything.
Focusing on something else would help. The way she hyper-fixated on anything other than her current problem was how she got through her divorce, how she'd made it through school and a field not designed for women or minorities. Jaz let out a shaky exhale and plucked a couple of supplies out, mindful of her injury. Dumped them next to the guard. There were a few back and forth trips as she rounded up the basics: towels, a lab wash bottle, half a tube of Polysporin, some Ace hand bandages- stuff she figured he'd need. Between the two groups and the townsfolk of Newhalem, there were an alright amount of supplies. There wouldn't be, by the end of the night. Not if what happened to this guy happened all around camp.