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Truman.”
    â€œI’ve got a pillow and a blanket from the van,” said Mrs. Truman, crouching down beside Miss Stevenson and sounding puffed out, as though she’d been running.
    â€œShe’s moved her head already, so that’s good,” Miss Stevenson said quietly.
    â€œYou don’t feel any pain in your neck?” asked Mrs. Truman.
    â€œNo.” I could hardly speak, my leg was hurting so much.
    â€œThe ambulance should be here at any moment.”
    â€œI need an ambulance?” I opened my eyes and saw the worry on Mrs. Truman’s face, then saw her try to hide it.
    â€œJust to be on the safe side.”
    On the safe side. I closed my eyes again and felt myself break into shivers.
    â€œThank goodness it’s stopped raining,” murmured Miss Stevenson.
    â€œBut her clothes must be damp,” said Mrs. Truman, reaching for my hand as I winced with the pain from my leg. “Oh dear, hang on, more tissues needed here.” She turned to Miss Stevenson. “Emma, can you get me cotton wool and the bandage with the antiseptic wound pad on it from the first aid kit.”
    I was wondering what Mrs. Truman wanted it for until I looked at my hand and saw that the tissue she’d pressed onto the bottom of my thumb was soaked with blood, and that blood was running down my wrist too. At the same time I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned my head slightly to see Nicole’s wide eyes, and behind her everyone else standing like statues with their bikes and their anxious faces. “You were going really fast and you hit a bit of a pothole or something,” said Nicole. “You’ve grazed yourself quite badly on your shoulder and your arm…and your hand.”
    â€œGrazed?” I didn’t think I’d ever heard that word before.
    â€œCut the skin… And…” I saw her glance towards Mrs. Truman before she said the next few words. “…You might have broken something. Are you…feeling…okay, though?”
    Poor Nicole was crying too. I had to quickly reassure her I was fine, even though I wasn’t really, as the pain in the lower part of my leg was the worst pain I’d ever felt. “I’m in…” What was the word? “…agony.” Maybe if I sat up a bit I’d feel better. I was really careful not to jolt my leg even the smallest amount, but still there were pains that shot up and down from my knee to my foot, and Mrs. Truman told me again to stay still.
    â€œI’ve got my coat in the van if you’d like a bit of extra warmth.”
    â€œIt’s okay, it’s just my leg…”
    But it wasn’t just my leg. I realized my shoulder and my arm were stinging and I knew they’d probably be bleeding, because I must have scraped them when I’d fallen.
    Miss Graham suddenly stepped forwards and spoke gently. “Shall we get out of the way if the ambulance is coming, Mrs. Truman?”
    Mrs. Truman had got the bandage in place over my thumb and around my wrist and the bottom of my hand, and was just tying the knot. She stood up and I could hear her talking quietly with Miss Graham, about who would stay with me, and all the arrangements for the rest of the day. It seemed that Mrs. Truman herself was needed to drive the minibus, but Miss Stevenson would stay with me. Then Miss Graham turned and called out instructions to the girls, but her voice seemed too loud because everyone was already silent.
    A moment later she leaned over to talk to me. “We didn’t want to move on until we were sure you were definitely all right, Antonia.” She smiled at me and the smile carried on around the rest of the girls. “Right, the ambulance will be here any moment so I think we’ll make tracks. Follow me, girls. Let’s go and find this barn, shall we?” She was trying to sound all bright, but I felt terrible because I really felt sure now that I’d ruined