“I think so.” Helen replied with a mind full of fuzz.<br/><br/>She was on her face, again, and really hoped she wouldn’t be making a habit of this. Her skull throbbed with every heart beat Helen eased her face out of the gap in the paved floor it had made for itself and into a kneeling position. There was dust in her eyes, making them water, so she began to rub them but quickly hissed and withdrew when shards of pain went surging through her nose, clearing away all the fuzz in her head, from where her fingers had inadvertently touched it.<br/><br/>Blinking furiously through the tears of discomfort and pain Helen tentatively touched her nose. It was tenderly painful and she was certain it wasn’t quite where it was before. She had broken her nose.<br/><br/>“Oh no.” She whimpered. Could this day get any worse? Don’t be so silly, of course it could and it probably would.<br/><br/>Standing up she felt a few loose spines drop out of her, good riddance, and the flow of blood beginning to return to her nose, not as good.<br/><br/>“Oh dear.” Helen hurriedly turned her head upwards to stop her blood from exiting her nostrils. “If it’s not too much trouble could someone help?”