Sean was running behind. He was perspiring a bit by the time he got to the medical area. Tylenol only did so much and he was walking with a limp in an attempt not to tear the stitches.
The first familiar face he spotted was Chelsea. He gave her an encouraging grin as he hobbled over to her.
"Hey there, kiddo. You got enough plaster there to be stuck on a pedestal in the lobby. Set a pair of wings on you and you could be Victory." Sean pulled a chair over to sit beside her bed. "You need a drink or somethin'? A book on disk? A teddy bear?"