The CT scan confirmed no internal injuries, and as the fracture was a type A, there wasn’t much they could do about it, so they sent Mom home with crutches, instructions to rest and a couple of different medications including blood thinners to prevent clots from forming in her legs, which was somewhat alarming. Now she felt like everything really might be okay. Kassidy went warm inside and squeezed Chris’s fingers. “Well, apart from a few bruises and scrapes, you look as gorgeous as ever,” Chris told Hope, earning another wisp of a smile from Mom.
He repeated what Kassidy had just learned. “She’s okay, we think,” Dad said, straightening his shoulders in the presence of another man. Kassidy’s parents loved Chris and he liked them too, which made life much easier than for friends Kassidy knew who hated their in-laws.
He strode over, laying one hand on Dad’s shoulder and taking Kassidy’s with his other. He seemed to take up a lot of space in the exam room, his presence solid and reassuring. “That’s good.” She squeezed her hand then looked up as Chris came charging in, eyes flashing. “Like hell,” her mom said with an attempt at a smile. “Okay.” Kassidy looked back at her mom and smiled. “Should only be a few minutes and we’ll take her in.” Kassidy nodded and swallowed through a dry throat. “If it’s a type A, she won’t need surgery,” she said. Kassidy hated seeing her dad, always big and strong and dependable, so shaken like this. Depending on what type of fracture.” His mouth trembled. “They did an x-ray and they’re still going to do a CT scan. She reached for her Mom’s hand lying on the bed. And she did have bruises…and cuts, a gash across her nose, scrapes on her cheekbones, and Kassidy could see an angry red mark on her left collarbone. Her mom looked worse than her dad, her face so pale the blue veins in her temples looked like bruises. She leaned on the bed, trying to stay upright. “I’m okay.” Her mother spoke, her words a whisper, and relief poured through Kassidy, weakening her knees. “Kassidy.” He turned to her, his face pale and anxious. I’m here.” She rushed over to her father. Her dad stood there beside the hospital bed while a nurse checked some monitors or something. The nurse held the door open and Kassidy walked in, her heart fluttering, afraid of what she was going to see. Where was Hailey? Her dad probably hadn’t even called her. “Tess, can you take this woman back to exam room three? It’s the daughter.”
“Are you family?” She looked at Kassidy over her black-framed glasses. The woman clicked through some screens on a computer.
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