She opened the truck door with the wrong hand, her next breath hissed but she climbed in anyway.

Peter glanced over "Jules, you OK?"

"Mhm.." she pulled out of the parkinglot, driving with one hand.

Peter watched her with growing concern "I guess that's a no..." He sighed worriedly. Not that he was in a fit state to take over.

Jules pulled into the driveway and got out. She opened the door, and went to the bathroom. She turned on the cold water and ran her hand under it.

Peter headed inside too but of course he didn't follow her to the bathroom.

She walked out, she sat on the couch. "I think I need to sell May" she winced.

"What happened??" Peter asked softly. He sat next to her, hoping she didn't mind.

She opened her hand, "When I unloaded her she knocked me over, and decided to pull the lead rope from my hand. Causing this rope burn"

Peter gasped "So that's why you refused to hold hands! I thought it was personal.. Do you hurt anywhere else?!"