Chapter 9
Beau tried not to shift too much. Watching Vin’s face as he glanced up from the television—some inane movie with good-looking men in tight shirts beating up equally good-looking villains—to the clock, counting down the minutes, was painful.
Probably, Beau reflected, not as painful as what Vin was going through. Greenstick fracture of both femur and tibia—the bones in his lower leg—and strained tendons all around his knee. He was wrapped from thigh to the middle of his foot in a rigid, bright blue cast, leg slightly bent, but completely immobile. Not to mention Vin had apparently managed to crack a tiny bone inside his wrist at the same time, which had gone undetected for almost three days after the accident until the black and blue bruise refused to fade, Vin could not actually
