“We have to try.” She said with a new determination, she wasn’t ready to die; not yet.
I smiled slightly, I admired her courage, she was braver than I could ever be, but she was also smart about it. She knew when she needed to stay quiet, unlike me who always said things at the wrong time; never knowing when the right time is. I managed to get my balance back after a few moments, carefully moving to sit on the bed, my broken arm swinging at my side; every movement agonising.
“Let’s see what we can do, it cannot be left like that.” Blanche smiled warmly, she wasn’t sure that she could fix the bones, but she was going to give it all she had. She would try.
My anxiousness increased as she knelt in front of me, my heartrate reaching dangerous limits; what would happen if she tried and faile
