#(Here you go friendo! *finger guns* :3c )

[acollageofcanon-moved]

✩ { Starter for @multicampers } ✩

{ ☆ } There isn’t much of a warning, other than a quick “Watch out!” being yelled a split-second before the poor boy is tackled. Not focused on how hard she was slamming into Bradley, too concerned about getting him out of the middle of the hallway, Melissa ends up overcompensating... and causing them both to crash into the lockers on the other side. It definitely wasn’t a flawless rescue, but at least it got him out of the way of the stampeding llamas racing down the hall. Getting trampled would have been much worse than the aches she assumes he is experiencing at the moment...

She is definitely feeling pretty sore... Groggily sitting on the floor, her aching back slumps against the lockers for support as she waits for the world to stop spinning. One hand pressed against her forehead to try and help with an oncoming headache, Melissa blinks a few times before glancing over at the person she had saved (more or less). With an awkward chuckle, she jokingly says, “Heh... I’ll give that rescue a solid three out of five. Don’t worry though, I’ll do way better next time. It’ll be at least a good four point five, with no slamming into hard objects...” Humor tends to help her friends when they are dealing with stressful situations, so she figures that maybe Bradley might appreciate a light laugh. 

Of course, compassion always follows soon after...

Shakily standing up, she carefully extends a hand towards the boy to try and help him to his feet, “Are you feeling okay Bradley? Sorry about the sloppy rescue. I saw the herd heading straight towards you and... Well... Here we are.” With a smile, she adds in a genuinely relieved tone, “I’m glad you didn’t get trampled...” { ☆ }