RP: Sean and April Who: Sean Hanna and April Kepner Where: Infirmary When: Tuesday, August 7, 2012 -- after lunch Summary: Splints off. Tape on.
Six weeks. For six weeks Sean had his fingers held motionless. Sixty percent of one hand basically immobile. Six weeks of singing with the band and occasionally noodling one-handed with the keyboard because he couldn't do anything else. Six weeks without touching either the sax or the guitar.
That he had any sanity left was a miracle and probably partly due to the fact he'd spent most of that time thinking about marrying Troy. Even the research into exactly how long a road he had before he'd be able to play again paled in importance to that.
But, now, sitting in the infirmary, very carefully testing the limits of the tape holding his three fingers together, -- and, really, that was the bitch. In order to protect the pinky finger from injury due to lack of support from the two broken ones, he had to have that one taped with them. -- his sole focus was on the fact he hadn't played in six weeks. Since he was eight years old, Sean had never gone that long without playing.
"So, change the tape two to three times a week?" he asked, although it wasn't really a question. He was just repeating the instructions he had memorized from all the research of the last six weeks. "And see you again in another six weeks to make sure the bones' knitted properly?"