Wheeling across campus to her Physical Therapy appointment at the Clinic made for the students Lyni gritted her teeth against the cold. Wind was not something she appreciated on days like this one that threatened rain and always chilled her to the bone. Also the fact hers was a warmblooded race did not help when it turned cool.
Getting down the ramp was a bit of a problem due to the half broken section, and a mobile student on a bike pushed past her causing the fragile balance to overturn. It was all she could do to catch herself with her upper body before the chair crashed the last bit over the edge of the wall. A male voice came from where the bike stopped, "Kriff, are you alright?"
Then a familiar gruff one snapped, "What the hell were you thinking Boost?!" Almost before he was finished Wolffe was next to her and spoke more gently, "What hurts Lyni?"
So he had noticed the grimace she was fighting, "I pulled a muscle in my arm when I fell." Looking slightly up to where he was kneeling next to her, "I'll be fine."
The other guy spoke again, "I'm so sorry." Both Wolffe and Lyni looked at him. Both the men were similar with almost identical features but when the other removed his helmet it revealed that his head was bald except for two stripes of hair that were dyed red. He was also wearing gym clothes rather than Wolffe's biker outfit and looked awkward as he continued, "Sinker…"
He stopped in his tracks at the look on Wolffe's face. Gaining dominance Wolffe spoke, "I don't care about the stupid bet you made with your twin brothers! Lyni could have been seriously hurt, and not just her." Waving his arm around them indicating the hill, "Did you think of how many people could have been knocked down the slope thanks to you?"
Boost's face fell and the age difference was apparent. He couldn't have been more than eighteen and Wolffe was twenty-four, just two years older than Lyni. She laid a hand on the fuming man's arm, "I really am alright Wolffe." Smiling at Boost, "Just remember to consider all of the angles next time okay?"
The teen nodded, and hurried to set Lyni's wheelchair upright when Wolffe nodded to it. He lifted her and set her back into the throne. But he wouldn't just let her wheel herself to the clinic and pushed the chair there to make sure his idiot of a brother hadn't made a "karking shabiir" of her arm. Lyni thought he wanted to make sure it wasn't broken or something, so she let him get her to the clinic for her appointment. Later reading Wolffe's poem she smiled again.
Strength
I carry you
You carry me
None of us
Will make it
If we do
Not work
Together.
(What should I write next?)
That ending line almost made her laugh out loud. Is the last line part of the new style he was trying for? Or was it a real question he wanted them to answer?