Jake stared at the readout, not wanting to believe what he was looking at. Every limb, broken multiple times. Ribs, fingers, cheekbone, the list went on.
"Jesus, Tommy," he breathed, not noticing the fact that some of the smaller things in the office were being pushed away from him as he kept looking at what Dr. Morgan had shown him. "What are these?" he asked, pointing at a couple of line graphs that seemed to show very jagged spikey lines.
How the hell could he keep this from his brother? Fucking hell...