“Jasper?” Warm fingers wrapped around my good hand, gently squeezing.
“I’m fine,” I said, and he narrowed his eyes. “They made me move my arm around to take the X-rays, and it wasn’t pleasant. But I’ll be okay in a minute or two.”
Maybe.
I really just wanted to go home.
With a tired sigh, I waved in the general direction of A&E. “We need to go back there and wait for the results.”
About an hour later, I was called in to see a doctor. Dr Tostova talked a lot. She explained I had a radial fracture, showed me on the X-ray films. Which was a bit weird and not really something I wanted to see if I was honest.
“So do I need a cast?” That was basically all I wanted to know.
“Yes,” she smiled apologetically. “I know that’s probably not what you want to hear, but we use fibreglass these days, so they’re a lot lighter than they used to be.”
It wasn’t music to my ears, but it was hardly a surprise either. “How long for?”
“Six weeks probably. And then you’ll need to do some rehab once the cast is removed.”
Fuck.
“But we need to let the swelling go down first, so I’ll make an appointment for you to get your cast on Thursday.” She sent me off to another department to get a half-cast and another sling to keep my arm immobilised until then.
The nurse doing it was super-efficient and I watched, fascinated as she wrapped my arm. “Is there anything I shouldn’t do with this on,” I asked as she finished up.
“Don’t get it wet, and sleep with your arm slightly elevated on a pillow. Try to limit your movement.” She looked between me and Finn, then back to me. “No physical activity.”
Oh.I felt a blush creep up my neck.
I glanced at Finn to find his cheeks pink.
No chance of that.
“Right.” I didn’t miss her smirk.
Finally we got to go home, armed with an appointment for Thursday and pain killers.
I was knackered.
Not that I saw much sleep in my future with my arm in this thing, but at least I’d be at home.
Chapter 11
Finn
“Jasper?”I whispered, hoping not to startle him awake. “We’re home.” I turned the engine off and shifted in my seat to face him. His eyes were still closed.
“I’m awake,” he groaned but didn’t move. “Can’t believe I fell asleep.”
“To be fair, today’s been kind of intense for you.” An understatement if ever there was one.
He yawned, jaw cracking. “I guess.”
I reached over to undo his seatbelt and guided it away from his body so it didn’t touch his wrist. “How you feeling?”
The sigh he let out answered for him. That and the fact he still had his eyes closed.
“That good, eh?” At least that got me a smile. I’d been in a constant state of worry ever since I’d watched him slip over on the ice. I glanced out the window at the path to my back door, guilt seeping in. “I’m sorry,” I said, my voice seeming loud in the quiet of the car.
