JASMINE
My body felt like it had been run over by a truck. Every single breath sent sharp, stabbing pain through my bruised ribs. My split lip throbbed in time with my heartbeat, and a dark, ugly bruise was already spreading across my stomach where Henry's foot had connected. I sat on the edge of the narrow examination bed in the school infirmary, gripping the sheets tightly as the nurse pressed gentle fingers around my injured side.
"You have badly bruised ribs," she said softly, her voice full of concern. "There might even be a hairline fracture. I will wrap them tightly. You need complete rest for at least two weeks. No sudden movements, no lifting anything, and definitely no more fights."
