The Scarred One

"Yeah let me go get him." Alex ran off. The pains were becoming too painful to bear and I fought the tears that were trying to fall out, letting out quiet sobs.

"I'm really sorry, Dawn. I got distracted." Harry apologised profusely. A guy with a first aid box came with Alex to where I was and bent down.

"Hello, i'm Ryan. What happened?" he asked.

"She uh fell from doing a stunt now she can't stand on her right foot." Niall said.

"Okay let's move to a corner." he said and Harry piggy backed me to the place where we collect skating shoes. He put me down on the bench and Ryan inspected my foot.

"It's just dislocated. I need to twist it back to the correct position. its gonna hurt a lot." he said.

"Gee thanks for increasing my anxiety. You could have kept the hurt part to yourself, you know." I scowled at him.

"I'm only preparing you for what's to come." He chuckled.

"1,2,3, go!" Ryan said and twisted my foot. I cried out in pain, profanities pouring out of my mouth and cursing Harry at the same time.

"Okay, all done." he wrapped a bandage over my foot.

"Try not to put pressure on it so it won't swell." He got up and left.