JS ran a few paces over the highly polished floor, turned a corner, missed her footing, skidded, and fell head first on the hard surface. I ran to her aid, while also dialling 999.
I cradled JS’s head in my arms. It was attached to the rest of her body by a tiny strip of skin. Would she ever recover?
My PhD students were also injured. All but one was sporting a cast of some description, hoping for their broken bones to heal.