"When that guy says I need to lose weight, sure." She'd been about to shrug off his arm, but she knew she needed it or it would take forever for them to get to the apartment.
And with his help, it did go faster; soon they were inside the door. They were high up enough where she felt much safer. Limping to the kitchen, she rolled up the leg of her jeans and winced when she saw inside her wound. It was still bleeding heavily, and she wasn't excited about the idea of trying to stitch it. If she hadn't been around her father as much as she had, she would've fainted.