A fallen enforcer in training
Plaster, uniform and a diploma
An ice pack
“Fallen,” Dunya explains. She has been training for an Enforcer for three weeks. While I'm working my ass off at school to keep the classes I fill in, Dunya goes full for her new course. Despite the rules and discipline, she is doing very well. Fortunately, my expectation that she would come into conflict with teachers because she likes to go her own way does not come true. I am proud of her for doing so well. But now cases and before the penny falls, some valuable time will pass. I'm so busy checking, cleaning up, handing over, etc, that the picture of the ice pack doesn't get through to me. I see so many kids a week who come to get an ice pack for small things. I don't think about the fact that things are different with Dunya, of course. Until she calls at the end of the day and says that the sports teacher has told her to go to the ER.
To the x-ray department
Only the next day is it possible to contact the doctor. In the hospital, they cannot break it, but if the pain does not decrease after a week and a half, the doctor will send us back to the X-ray department. And soon they find a small gap, maybe even two, but the second one is completely unclear. “Ninety percent of people break something in the wrist during a hand injury, but you've broken a bone under your thumb. That almost never happens!” explains the assistant surgeon. Dunya looks at me meaningfully. Less than a year ago, she broke her finger in kickboxing. According to the doctor, that was also not possible, because she was wearing boxing gloves. Now she's doing the impossible again, and she's doing it for a while.