"Hang around long enough, Sean, maybe you'll get a chance yet," Chelsea said with a wink, then strained her eyes to get a view of Lisa. At least she was up and about, if on crutches. "I think I've played enough Twister to last the rest of my life. But if you can track down something else, that'd be great." She shifted her eyes down to her hands, which had been placed on her stomach. "Someone's gonna have to move the pieces for me though." She could feel the emotion welling up inside her again, but she quickly tried to push it down.
"And I got plenty of car magazines. But maybe I'll save those for Sean. He might be more into those." She looked back at Sean. "And bring Molly by when she's up and about, I'd love to see her. Maybe we can watch some TV or something if she's not up to much else. Oh, and could you see what's left of my clothes from last night? I know they cut some of them off before putting this hideous gown on me."