I got a call not long before the end of work on Monday. Elena, sounding a bit upset, telling me Kyle had a nasty fall off his bike and I should come and meet them at the Medical Centre. When I arrived he was up on the bed, with the nurse cleaning his wounds and clearly feeling quite sorry for himself, with a cut and swollen lip, a nick under his nose and a nice big scratch on his forehead. He didn’t even seem to respond too happily when she said that we should give him some ice pops to cool the lip and help reduce the swelling. Later though, after a bath and some more TLC at home, he began to cheer up. Little dare devil that he is!
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