Angus and Anise worked for over 90 minutes. She was getting it, Angus believed. Her stance was a good deal better, and she was understanding what he was saying about being observant and about how her opponent's body language often showed some telltale signs of what action they were going to do next. He pushed her hard, and she was rising to the challenge, actually enjoying it. The harder he pushed, the more she was liking it.
And then, it happened. While she was running across the yard to meet Angus's fire, she stumbled over her own two feet and fell hard, her right knee striking the ground so hard that Angus heard the cracking sound it made. It made her cry out in pain, and she curled up drawing her knee to her chest, her arms around her leg. Angus flew to her, fearing the absolute worst.
"Don't move. I'll go for Nigel," Marcus called, racing for the main house.
Angus knelt beside Anise, feeling that his pushing had just blown her chances to compete at the tournament. He felt massive, overwhelming guilt and, at that moment, he felt like the worst father in the world and an even worse trainer.
Nigel followed Marcus out on the run, and they both came over and knelt beside her. Angus explained what had happened as Nigel was examining her knee. Angus was doing his best to hide any sign of being upset in the least for her sake.
"It's soft tissue damage," Nigel said, "specifically cartilage damage, and possibly a ligament. Painful stuff to be sure. This is only Monday. She doesn't compete til Saturday. I can ease the pain and the swelling for now, but he's the man you want for the actual repairs. This is that musculoskeletal stuff he's so damned good at."
"Well, he's not here," Angus sighed.
"Oh, he will be," Nigel insisted. "He hasn't slept in the last two or three nights, and it can't continue. He's coming home by supper time for some food and some sleep. If he doesn't, I'll ground him, and then he won't be working at all, so he'll have plenty of time. He can check on her when he gets home. I expect him in the next hour or sooner."
"His insomnia again?"
"Partly. Part of it is the injury to his hand. It's just deep and painful. Kate's actually destroyed that damned cleaver entirely now, and she's perfectly justified, in my opinion. And then there's been Mileva and now this business at the ministry. So even if the insomnia hadn't been an issue, fate has presented him with a chain of things to demand his attention in the middle of the night. So, much as I thought I'd be returning quickly to New York, that isn't in the cards, not til he's back up and ready to go back to his duties. So, here's my suggestion. Let's take her in to your house, perhaps as far as the sofa, elevate and ice the knee and I'll give her some pain potion until Robert gets home. Then he can check it for himself. Can you bring her?"
"Absolutely," Angus said, picking her up. He carried her to the house, with Marcus ahead of him, and Nigel followed. Angus took Anise to the sofa, and Marcus headed to the pantry to get an ice bag so he could make an ice pack for Anise.
"Ruby," Marcus asked quietly, feeling she had seen some of what had happened, "can you find us some extra pillows for Anise, some for under her knee and maybe a couple to lean back against? She may want something cold to drink too. She's been working awfully hard, and I'm sure this is really upsetting for her. We need to try to make her calm and comfortable til Robert can check her knee."