SkillI am not talentedSkill by AngeloDellaMusica
I think you should know this
If you see me render a face
Just as soon created as spoken
It was not drawn within a week
Ten years to learn what it is to make
One month to practice precision
A lifetime to aspire to perfection
That can never be attained
[a place called 'home'] TWD reader insert 'Hold still..... Hold still.....' The voice was soft, but firm.[a place called 'home'] TWD reader insert by AngeloDellaMusica
'Ow....' The light came with consciousness. Someone sat beside him, a blurred shadow. The pain came with consciousness. There was a burning sensation in his bones.
'Hold still....' Daryl wasn't feeling inclined to listen.
'Ow!' A sharp pain shot up his arm and leg. Maybe sitting up wasn't the best idea after all. Grimacing, he forced his eyes open and looked at the stranger beside him, who was grimacing as well. 'What...?'
'Your bike- there was ice. You shouldn't be moving so much- your arm and leg are fractured.' She started rummaging through a small bin she had on the floor beside her, taking out small containers, bags and bottles and setting them next to it.
'You a doctor or something?' He eyed the containers warily.
'No.... I need you to take these.' She car