It could have been worse. Much worse. Ben had a broken right arm and a broken left wrist. He'd have casts on both of his arms. He was damned lucky he didn't kill himself. God damned lucky. Brandon wanted to beat his ass for not being more careful.
Brandon sat with his arm around Benji's shoulders, and he was finally able to get Benji calm and relaxed. He had a feeling it was going to be a long wait.
"Mr. Davis?"
Brandon looked up at the nurse. "Mr. O'Reilly is ready. You can pay at the window down the hall."
He stood up as Lonnie walked up from behind the nurse. The nurse held out the paperwork and Brandon took it and thanked her. He could feel Benji staring a hole into his back.
Sure enough, when he turned around, Benji was looking at Lonnie, then back at Brandon, then back at Lonni
