Lydia

“We need to have an escape plan.""
"I'll shoot him," Bradley offered helpfully.
"He has your gun,"Mary replied.
"Oh, then that won't work."
Mary sighed. Somehow she didn't think that Bradley's warrior-police guy was coming back anytime soon.
"So, how do your legs feel?" she asked.
She felt a large hand squeeze her thigh.
"Bradley, that was my leg."
"Oh, sorry, but what a relief, I thought I had lost feeling in my legs.”
― Terri Reid, Loose Ends

“If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink,
Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.”
― William Shakespeare, The Comedy of Errors