"It's not you." She hissed, lying onto her side. "Pretty sure that the tree hit me harder than I initially thought. Ouch." She groaned softly, protectively curling up.

"I am the one that caused you to fall into said tree. Come on, let's get you home. A hot pack will help." Jackson scoops up the young woman. "No fighting. I do not want to drop you."

"Hey I'll be fine! I'm not a baby!" She laughed as she still held onto him. "Don't you dare drop me! You'll just make me worse!"

"Currantly, I have no one to spoil, so you are filling the spot. Stop squriming." Jackson says, walk to her house. I field gradualy goes down as he crosses out of neutral area to her property.

"I'm not squirming, I'm not Trina not to feel squished here!" She chuckled. As they got to the house, she said, "There's a bench downstairs I can settle down on. You can just put me down there." She said.

"Alright." Jackson opens the door with his elbow and goes inside. He places his load on a bench and goes in search of a towel and a plastic baggie. He wets the towel with hot water and places it in the bag. He hands it to Sophie.

"Thank you again, you didn't have to." She smiled before applying the pack to her sores. She winced and tensed in discomfort before finally relaxing. "That's a bit better."

"Thank you again, you didn't have to." She smiled before applying the pack to her sores. She winced and tensed in discomfort before finally relaxing. "That's a bit better."

"Thank you again, you didn't have to." She smiled before applying the pack to her sores. She winced and tensed in discomfort before finally relaxing. "That's a bit better."

"Yes, I did. Your my friend." Jackson says. He sits on the floor next to her and smiles. He leans his back against the bench leg falls deep into thought.