He had a knot at the side of his head, half obscured by his hairline, and a bruise forming under his eye. "I think I broke my arm," he said, lifting his left arm and giving it support with the right. "But I'm fine." He moved his legs too, to make his point.
"He's a good kid. Over reacts, sometimes."
Ellery shook his head. "You were hurt, Dad. You wouldn't wake up."