It had been 3 weeks since JP and I broke up, 3 weeks since Brendon's accident.
"Ah man I'm so ready to go home." Colson said making sure he hadn't left anything in the hospital room.
"You could've left man. Unlike me." Brendon said standing up, trying to put his jacket on by himself.
"Oh my gosh here let me help you." I said stepping forward to help him put his good arm in the sleeve, and pulling the jacket over his broken side. The doctor walked in and told Brendon to sit down so he could look at his leg.
"Well," he said after a minute. "Your femur is fused nicely, but don't test it to much. Okay? You're going to need to come back in two months to we can take that cast off your leg and put your foot in a boot. We'll take your arm cast off the same day." The doctor waited to make sure Brendon absorbed it all before he turned to me "Please don't let him do anything this stupid again. You kids have a nice day." He walked out of the room like a man on a mission to his next patient.
"Home?" Bren asked looking up at me with his faux-puppy dog eyes.
"Home." I said offering my hand.
