He closed the freezer, then stepped over to the worktop and flicked the kettle on, before grabbing a tea towel and walking back into the front room, where Ben had removed both his trainers and socks and had the good foot tucked beneath his other leg, while the injured one rested on the pile of cushions.
“How’s it feeling?” Jack said, wrapping the bag of frozen peas in the tea towel and gently placing it on Ben’s foot.
“Not too bad, to be honest. I’ve had a prod about and it’s definitely not broken. I don’t think it’s even a sprain. More of a twist and then a bit of crushing from the hole. There’s no swelling, just a touch of redness. I reckon give it ten minutes and I’ll be hunky-dory.”
“Make it half an hour. I’ve just put the kettle on, and I’d rather be sure you’re okay. Tea? Then you
