The scent of iron filled the air, making Mickey almost choke, she could barely breath in her situation, each suck in hurt her lungs, each step pounded through her.

Of course this was when she'd come back, of all the times for her to swim instead of sink, and it's the middle of a bad fight.

Her sight was blurry, she could barely see Billy in the corner fighting some kind of thug, and cursed to herself. Billy was smart, that much was very true, but he wasn't street smart like Mickey, he didn't know how to throw a punch or how to patch up a shallow knife cut.

Mickey felt another hit fall on her stomach, of course it was her fucking stomach, she was glad she hadn't eaten that day or she'd be throwing up from all the hits, if Tibby was paying attention she'd be cursing the man attacking her out, calling him a cock sucker while trying not to crush his head in.

But Tibby wasn't paying attention, he was too busy with their friends, trying to heal those he could.

She felt a punch to her shoulder, pushing her back slightly as she hit her head against the brick wall.

Her vision grew blurry once again, she was struggling to stay awake.

She could barely see as a new group walked forward, and she apologised in her mind to Billy who was left fighting alone.

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I've decided to rewrite this to something a lot more like my current style