CADEN
Bren opened his mouth.
"You want to finish your two weeks," Caden said, still not looking at him, "or add another two on top? Because I'll go to Drax right now and tell him exactly what I watched you set up in here, and you can spend the rest of this term with a mop."
Bren closed his mouth.
The two boys had already stepped back.
Calloway's phone was in his pocket.
Caden looked at the senior staff officer. "Ten minutes. Log it as a documented-injury inspection. The clinic file covers it."
The officer looked at him for a moment. Looked at the room. Nodded and gestured everyone out.
They went. Not happily, not quickly, but they went, and Bren went with them, and Calloway; and the last thing Caden saw before the door closed was Bren's face, that calculation he wore underneath eve
