The statement settles in me and I can’t do anything more than just stare right in front of me. I lean myself against the cage and pull up my knees. Even though flashes of pain shoot through my body, I let my fingers glide over me. Finding every scrape, bump and wound on my body. My nose is still broken in at least two places. Even touching it hurts, but I must try to push it straight again. I imagine movies where they set their noses. Use your whole hand and push it back and forth until you feel the bones snap back in a relatively straight line. 