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Chapter 2
Chapter 2An interminable amount of pulling and poking and being pushed about and he was in a bed in a curtained cubicle in what he thought was the assessment ward. Martin was there too, answering questions for him and reassuring him when they did some of the more painful poking. “You’ve got a broken wrist,” the small, dark-haired doctor told him, looking at him over her clipboard. “I thought you might have a hip fracture too, but the X-ray says no. You’re lucky.” She looked at Martin and back at him. “Your friend says you fell off a ladder?” “Yeah,” Alex muttered. “The Zarges tipped over. I was at the top.” She winced. “Ouch. And you put your wrist out to save yourself?” “I think so.” He blinked at her stupidly. “I don’t remember. I think I hit my head.” She nodded. “You’ve got quite
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