Natalie nodded once to show that she would cooperate with whatever Jax needed to do. "It's not all mine," she said, meaning the blood, but she knew Jax was probably right--no matter how much the vet would have prefered to suture herself up with superglue.
She swallowed hard, fighting a wave of nausea at the thought of anything else. "Bruises. Lots of bruises. I might have pulled something--couldn't walk without a limp. And he. I--" she drew a ragged breath, shifting her knees uncomfortably. Her voice was barely more than a whisper when she spoke again. "Part of me wanted it but not like that."