“Oh,” I said, “How’d he take that?”
“I think he was in too much pain to care about what he was wearing. He won’t be happy when he calms down though.”
They had a coffee maker in the waiting room, so Terri and I sat there waiting, drinking coffee and chatting for about an hour. Then Tom came out to see us.
“Well,” he said, “it’s not broken. Just a bad sprain like I said. Both ankles though and when he fell over, he did a job on his wrist.”
“Are they admitting him?” Terri asked.
“No. They’ll let him go home with you guys tonight. The orthopedist is with him, I’ll bring you back.”
