Jack returns with the device, and makes a quick stop in the bathroom to grab a bucket and fills it with water, and a sponge. He settles besides her on the floor, holding up a sponge. “To wet the casts, making it easier to remove. I, er. I know from experience…” he begins to wet one of the casts.
“Experience?” she wonders, peering up at him. “For your sculpting or..?” She leaves the question hanging, hoping against hope that he knew for art reasons.
“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.
Jack Maple 