Darren somehow managed to make it through his final days at the hospital without yelling at anyone and both his temperature and blood pressure stabilized. On his release day, I went to pick him up. He was packed and ready to go when I got to his room. I’d brought him clothes to wear a few days after he’d been admitted, so he was dressed in a sweater and a pair of cargo shorts when I got there. His leg had been fitted with an orthopedic boot and he’d been given a pair of crutches to use to get around. Although Darren was itching to go home, he still had months of physical therapy ahead of him and he wouldn’t be returning to work or the basketball court anytime soon. I doubted he realized just what he was in for once he did get released from the hospital. He’d have to deal with insurance com
