Dante
Mateo was livid. He was more pissed about the fact that I hadn't called him immediately than the fact that my nose looked and felt like a sad little raisin. I listened to him rant about how Asher had no regard for authority or simple human decency and how the disciplinary committee should have been more brutal in their punishment.
I couldn't care less about any of that. The throbbing in my nose had reduced to a dull ache and my head was beginning to swim with the buttload of painkillers I'd been given.
The clinic attendant had been kind and caring but firm and swift. I had no idea what she intended to do until she did it. Thought she was going to feel around the nose or something which she did initially, but then her fingers moved quickly and I heard a loud crack shortly before
