Ugh. I hope none of the audience heard that. What did I knock over anyway?
Huh. I actually don't feel too hurt. The floor is surprisingly soft.
Wait... A floor? Soft? And bumpy? That squirms around?
Oh God, I hit somebody. Dammit, how humiliating...
"Ouch."
That was definitely a male voice. Wait, I fell on a guy?
And when Melody finally gathered the courage to look down, she saw that she had indeed collapsed on the Houndor boy. It looked like she had knocked the wind out of him. He stared dazedly at the ceiling, his eyes ever-so-slightly unfocused. Melody felt her face turn a thousand shades of crimson as she muttered curses under her breath. Damn her clumsiness!
"S-s-so-sorry," she stammered, trying to untangle herself (but her violently shaking hands only succeeded in making the situation worse). "S-Sir, if you wouldn't m-mind on helping me g-get these c-c-co-cords and st-stuff off, then we could c-comple-completely forget about this-" she paused to find the right word.
"This, this predicament."
She estimated the amount of time it would take for all of the excess blood to drain from her cheeks as she waited for a response.
