“I’m Emma and this is Kirra,” Emma said. “What did you do to your arm?”

“Rugby,” he said and then tried to shrug. His face paled and he swallowed harshly. “Note to self…don’t shrug.”

“What happened?” Kirra finally spoke, looking back at the boy but focussing on his shoulder.

“Caught in a ruck, dislocated my shoulder. You?”

“Bad tackle. Head knocks. Blacked out for a bit and they insisted I come in to check for a ...