Four Days

POV: Echo

The nurse had barely left the room before someone lightly knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Atlas called out, and Cordelia pushed the door open. She’s holding some odd-looking squares of black and white shiny material. She attaches them to a white thing on the wall, which lights up, illuminating the photos on the squares. I can only assume they are my x-rays, as they both show what looks to be bones. Broken bones.

The one with two smaller bones shows a line across each. The x-ray of what I believe to be my ankle was nightmarish to look at. Cordelia sighs, frowning before she turns to us.

“Well, your wrist will be a simple matter of placing a cast for a couple of days until Tala heals it.” She points at the cracks on the x-ray. “You can see the relatively clean fractures here.”

“Unfortunately, this ankle is another matter entirely!” She waved at the mangled mess in the x-ray photo. “I am glad that you could hold off healing this Tala, although I can see where you braced wit