Hearing the voice, they both raised their head. Maryanne dried her face as best she could, and carefully eased out of the bed with Tim. Leaning over the bed rail she pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I'm going to go check on something. I know you're in good hands."
"Okay Momma." He whispered. Tim hadn't really wanted her to leave, but she was right. And no doubt she wanted to talk to the doctors and stuff. Maybe check on the kids.
Maryanne stopped by TJ's side. Squeezing his arm lightly. "He has a concussion, a few cracked ribs, a hairline fracture on his left ulna, both of his legs are compound fractures." One had been sticking out of the skin, but she wasn't going to tell him that. "He was a little anemic, but that's been taken care of." She'd given him as much blood as she could stand. "Just, watch him. Make sure he doesn't get sick, if he does, ring one of the doctors." She trusted TJ almost as much as she trusted her spouses. "And me."
After that Maryanne didn't wait around, there was something she had to inspect.
Tim shifted a little on the bed. Groaning as he tried, and whimpering softly when he settled back down. He'd been trying to make room for TJ.