[No, its fine, just stay away from one-liners and I dont mind]
For a moment, Nerissa considered lying, because that would save everyone the hassle, and because she simply did not want to complain any more than she already had, but Nerissa was rubbish at lying, and she knew that well enough to understand that lying would only create more problems for herself. “Yeah, its just, it wont stop aching, and for some reason, it seems, everything is moving faster than usual,” she replied, not realizing how much she sounded like a mental patient at that particular moment. Things weren’t moving faster, that sort of thing didn’t happen because of a near-death situation, Nerissa decided, but she was a bit too distracted by the fact that Andrew had swept her bangs from her face to voice this new realization.
She flinched, but it wasn’t because his touch hurt, it was simply because she felt uncomfortable with him so near, as if he were examining her and mentally taking note of every one of her flaws. It wasn’t just with Andrew, Nerissa had felt that way since the beginning of time; when people were near her, she always felt the need to get out of that metaphorical spotlight.