Kimiko flexed her fingers, trying to get the feeling to return. Just like all the times before, there's no such luck. "Not as swollen as before, but I definitely tore something."
Raimundo sighed, resting his chin against the kitchen table. It had seemed like a reasonable enough place to bandage themselves up after their most recent battle. Someone would need to wipe the blood off the surface, though…
"You got lucky. He gestured towards the crutches leaned against the back of his chair. "What good is a guy with a broken leg?"
"How did going out to a movie turn into another almost fatal battle to the death?"
"Pft. 'Cause we're not normal." He leaned across the table and clutched her good hand. "But if this means being abnormal, then I'm cool with it."