Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen. Mabel.
Mabel’s Point of View.
After the mortifying explanation of how Cal had injured himself, we were bundled off to the X-ray department, sitting in another long assed queue. Finally, his name was called, and I remained outside, watching the red-light flashing, as the technician x-rayed his arm. Finished, Cal emerged from the room, his face pale, as he clutched his arm once more.
We took another seat in the A and E waiting room, for what felt like another six hours, before finally Dr Brav, someone who Cal clearly knew, called his name with a smile.
“Do you want the good or the bad?” Brav asked, raising his eyebrow to Cal.
“Hit me,” Cal simply responded, as the doctor chuckled.
“If you are going to break your arm, you should do it properly. Yo
