Chapter 35: Yvette Wants In
Isabella's POV
Arthur paused and turned to Yvette, Eilidh did the same thing and also Alexander. I did not register the fact that my best friend wouldn't want to stay in the infirmary especially given how much she hated the smell of antiseptics and even more injections.
"How about you sit down first before you start drilling people?" Micheal asked her.
Yvette smiled at him. "Good suggestion.'
Michael guided Yvette carefully toward the bed, his arm firm beneath her elbow as if she might crumble without him. She didn't protest this time, not much, anyway and it wasn't like she could protest either. I noticed the tightness around her smile, the quick flicker of pain whenever she shifted. Her ribs were still healing, and she shouldn't have been walking across the school like this but she was extremely stubborn.
I mean her broken ribs were a testament of how stubborn she was and how much she hated inequality.