“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.”

Log in with your credentials

Forgot your details?