Chapter 29

Clementine

My ankle wasn’t broken! Well, at least it wasn’t broken anymore. After a quick X-Ray and an ultrasound on my injury, they found that I had a severely twisted ligament, some bad bruising, and a freshly healed hairline fracture. He asked me to bear weight on it, and when I stood, I was surprised that my ankle could take the pressure. The pain had been subtle and dull, but nothing I couldn’t handle. There was no way I could walk on it earlier, and with a twisted ligament, I should have been at least given a moon boot and some crutches, but the doctor shook his head and told me that I was already starting to heal, so there was no point. I blinked a few times, half hobbling over to the mirror and noticing that the scrape on my face was mostly gone. Then I studied my knees. The scrapes had healed entirely, leaving a baby-pink splatter of new tissue.

What the fuck?

Liam studied me curiously. He looked like I felt: we had a million questions running through our minds.

Dad arrive