Ryan looked confused, but he shot me an apologetic glance and hurried over to where Jeffrey and Camila were sitting.
Camila had a sprained ankle. She had a bruise about the size of a fingernail. If they didn't treat it immediately, it was going to heal on its own.
Even Ryan looked uncomfortable, but he did as Jeffrey commanded, applying ointment and carefully wrapping her ankle in a bandage.
Once he was finished, Ryan grabbed the rubbing alcohol and gauze, stepped carefully around the broken glass, and helped me sit.
"Ms. Ortega, you need to be more careful! You could've hit an artery. You have no idea how dangerous that is!"
Tears blurred my vision, but I forced them back.
"It's not like I did this to myself on purpose."
Ryan didn't know what had happened, so he just shook his head
