*********************************Willow*******************************
"Willow, your arm is broken. I need to set it before it starts to heal," Dr. April says as she still looks over my arm. I can feel Lincoln's anger as it rolls off him. I would typically be afraid, but I know his anger isn't directed at me. He is standing right next to me as I sit on the bed. He was holding my good hand, his fingers rubbing back and forth on my palm,
"Okay, this may hurt for just a moment," She glances at Lincoln, not wanting to make him any madder but causing me pain, but I understand she was not doing it on purpose,
I nod at her, "Okay,"
"Take a deep breath in and hold it," She tells me, placing her hands in two different spots; I do as she says, squeezing Lincoln's hand. Closing my eyes, I fe
