CHAPTER 58
The paramedic met us at the centre, seeming oddly satisfied with the state of my nose.
“It’s not broken, Enfys. That’s the good news. What it looks like is that the septum, the bit of gristle between your nostrils, has been bent”
“Hurts like it’s broken!”
She laughed.
“Aye, but it has to be there to hurt! What I am going to do is place a little bit of plastic over the top… Hold still… Got it. Try not to bang it again, and see your own GP when you get home. I know Cubby’s lot keep some basic painkillers here, but try not to overdo them, or those he’s about to give you in Aviemore”
“Eh?”
“At the pub. Don’t get plastered tonight just because I didn’t plaster you right now”
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