42 — I've already fallen.

Sitting on Desmond's couch, I watch him approach with an ice pack. He crouches under one knee in front of me, taking my foot off the broken heel carefully, “What a shame, it was a nice shoe.”

I give a sarcastic smile, “That stupid Nolan always giving me losses.”

Desmond touches my ankle gently, but it still brings a sharp pain that makes me groan and draws his eyes.

“How did you end up in that sit