“Alright, young lady, let"s have a look at this ankle, shall we?” Jerome finished cutting through the cast and pulled the plaster away carefully.
Lucas and Ben stood by my side while Jerome probed the area where he"d cut into my ankle to repair the bone. After two weeks, the swelling had reduced and he was taking the stitches out and placing a new cast on my ankle. Once this cast set, I would have the luxury of throwing away the crutches and walking on the new cast with a specially fitted boot.
“How is it looking?” Lucas questioned. He"d been holding his breath as a precaution against blood around the wound, but seemed okay now he"d seen it.
“Excellent, I"m pleased,” Jerome responded, using a small instrument to nick the stitches and drawing them out with tweezers. “The x-rays we took t
