“I’ve broken a few bones in my life.” Jack said with a shrug as he adds more water to the cast, it has the smell of vinegar in it too. “Legs, arms, wrists… n-not pleasant but…” he shrugs.
“F-From running around being a scamp?” she asks softly, too focused on him to notice any smell. Dread fills her heart slightly but she tries hard to squash it down.
“Well. Once I broke my wrist from falling out of a tree…?” he asks quietly, not wanting to divulge just how badly the physical abuse he’d received at the hands of other people in his life had been.
Jack Maple 