Teague was still feeling on edge, that little inkling of wanting that nervous tension out via anger growing into a pit in his stomach as he heard the nurse tell them that Cass would be in severe pain for a long, long time. That was near his boiling point but he held it back behind tears and a creased brow. His brother's touch was not unwelcome, but it certainly didn't help matters. He was livid and practically vibrating.
The nurse handed off the clipboard and briefly explained the papers. Anesthesia, doctor patient confidentiality, medical insurance, and on down the line, tapping her rosy red nail on every line that needed to be signed. It was ten pages in all.