SICARII: Part III by Wilder Adrienne

Author:Wilder, Adrienne [Wilder, Adrienne]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-04-27T16:00:00+00:00

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Sam watched the TV in the corner of the room. With the volume off, the poorly animated characters and their stupid situations were actually tolerable.

The cast on his arm, however?

He picked up the wooden dowel and wiggled it past the edge, running along the back of his hand until he hit the offending patch of itchy skin.

The door to his room opened, and his mom walked in with balloons tethered to a bouquet. Hanging off the edges of the basket, a dark blue teddy bear complete with glittery spots, some in the shape of ringed planets, and a purple unicorn having a bad hair day.

“Mom—”

“It’s just Katie and me. I made everyone else stay home.”

That was only part of it. Sam made a pointed look at the fat arrangement of flowers and candy.

“It wasn’t my idea, promise.” She inclined her head at Katie.

More like Katie was an excuse for subjecting Sam to unnecessary embarrassment.

Katie ran over, the soles of pink tennis shoes blinking with every slap of her feet against the floor. “I bought you flowers and a unicorn, and candy and a unicorn. The candy is good. I had a piece. You can still eat candy, right? Or will it make your arm hurt?” She stopped by the edge of the bed and peered over the edge.

“She insisted on seeing you again and bringing a get-well present.”

“I’m going home today.” One day eating plastic hospital food was enough to last a lifetime.

His mother smiled. “Just one more night.”

“What?” Sam flopped back against the crunchy pillows. “Why?”

“Because you have a concussion.”

“And the doctor said I’m fine.”

“And a broken arm.”

“They put it in a cast.”

“Fine, then it’s because I’m your mother, and I want to make double sure you’re okay.” The words came out strong, but her firm press of lips trembled.

God, Sam hoped she didn’t cry again. Not after yesterday when she charged in behind the ambulance, eyes puffy, cheeks soaked, and a mask of pure anguish.

Of course, everyone had been crying, Katie holding dad’s hand and Stephanie balanced on his hip.

Sam was pretty sure even Patty and Becka had shed tears. But the world had been foggy, and Sam could barely keep his eyes open, so he could have imagined it.

“Does it still hurt?” Katie put a finger on her eyebrow.

Sam almost touched the same spot on his face but remembered the stitches. “No, it’s all good.”

“It looks like it hurts.”

Sam had made the mistake of looking in the bathroom mirror that morning. If he hurt half as much as he looked like he should, then he’d be dead or at least have more than a broken arm, a concussion, and bruised hip and cracked femur.

Funny how a fractured bone hurt ten times as much as the broken one.

Luckily, the drugs they used were really good.

“I promise, I can barely feel it.”

“Well, if it starts hurting, I can kiss it and make it better.” And she said it so serious, Sam wanted to believe her.

His mother cleared her throat.

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