It didn't take much more coaxing than that. She eased up into the bed beside him. It had been a while since it had been just them in a bed, anyway. She settled on her side so she could face him. "He's going to have to move into the big house. He's got two broken legs. One's going to leave behind a really ugly scar. He's got a few fractured ribs, one of the bones in his left arm is fractured. He has a concussion. But he's going to live." That was what counted.
"And he's going to need a lot of physical therapy I think." It all sounded bad. But she was sure they both had had worse. "Or maybe he'll be like you and be crowd surfing as soon as those casts come off." She teased just a little.