“You’re a lucky young man.” Doctor Pratt said. “One of your bones, the ulna, had a clean break. Most likely it won’t require resetting, but you will be wearing that sling for a few weeks. Mr. Talbot here will send you home with instructions on home care.”
“Thank you, sir.” Tyrone replied, and the doctor left. His mother burst into tears again, reached out to hug him, then stopped, afraid of hurting him.
“Oh baby, don’t ever get in the way of a bunch of bullies like that again. Run, crawl, do whatever it takes to get away.” The mother, Rita Hawkins, was distraught over much more than her son’s arm though. Before I brought her back to the examination room she asked me about the bill, and from the look in her eye I knew it was going to be an issue.
“I’m going to see to your paperwork and w
