#Chapter 212 – Tattletales

Ella “Four broken ribs.” The doctor assesses grimly, “and with all the exercise you’ve done since the initial brakes, they haven’t been able to set or heal. I have an injection I can give you to fuse the bones quickly, but it’s painful, and we still need to set them first.” “What about his other injuries?” Henry inquires anxiously, seated on the other side of me. “I’ll do a scan to assess the exact placement of his ribs, and I can extend it to the rest of his abdomen to rule out internal injuries. I don’t see anything else of concern.” The doctor shares with much more optimism. “He’s got a good size lump on the back of his head.” I inform the physician, still running my hands through Sinclair’s hair. “Then you two will match.” Philippe interjects, reminding us all of the way I headbutted his chin in my attempts to reach Sinclair. “When you’re done with him, you ought to check her for a concussion.” “I hardly think that’s necessary.” I complain, reaching back to see if th