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“That’s all?” Hugo asked. “Her fingers are broken and she gets only this?”
“For now. There will be some swelling in the joints that needs to go down before we do anything permanent. The wrist brace is just to stop her from making a fist.”
Walt carefully moved her arm off the pillow on his lap onto her own knees. Sylvia’s eyes were closed, her head on Hugo’s shoulder.
Walt picked up yet another needle. This time he pinched her upper arm, putting the shot into her biceps.
“What was that?” Hugo asked.
“Naproxen to help with the inflammation, and tramadol. I’ve got some kinetic tape that would help with all those bruises, but we can deal with that in the morning. She’s probably going to fall asleep, thanks to the combination of drugs.”
“Give me the tape,” Lancelot said. “I’ve used it before. I’ll put it on.”
Once again, three big men turned to look at him.
“How about you don’t touch our sister?” Oscar said.
“A bit late for that.” It was a factual statement, but Lancelot had to admit he enjoyed the way the words made Oscar’s nostrils flare with rage.
“Bed,” Sylvia said. “Going to pass out now. Want a bed.”
Hugo slid an arm under her knees. With an impressive display of leg strength, he stood, Sylvia in his arms.
Hugo cleared his throat, and there was a sense of quiet authority to him. Lancelot could imagine him making that same noise as he stood in front of a classroom.
“I’m taking Sylvia to the bedroom on this floor. I’ll stay with her to ensure her comfort. Walt, I would prefer it if you stayed here this evening, in case she needs anything.”
“We’re all staying,” Oscar declared.
“There are bedrooms on the second floor,” Hugo stated. “There are also things that need to be said, to be discussed, but not tonight.” Hugo looked at Lancelot, and Lancelot knew what the other man wanted. They were in sync, able to read one another’s body language.
Hugo walked toward the door, and Lancelot fell into step beside him, casting a look over his shoulder at the brothers, making sure they knew that Lancelot was watching Hugo’s back not by chance, but by design.
“Her hand needs to be elevated,” Walt called out. “Prop it up on a pillow.”
Hugo carried her quickly down the hall and into the bedroom.
Sylvia was semi awake when Hugo lay her in the center of the large bed. She laughed. “You didn’t know I had three brothers. You thought Langston was Oscar.”
“They’re identical triplets.” Hugo carefully positioned a pillow beside her and then placed her right arm on top of it. “It’s an understandable mistake.”
“But they’re so different… Is my head floating?”
“Your lovely head is still attached.”
“That’s nice.” Sylvia closed her eyes.
Hugo pulled the sheet over her, careful not to cover her right arm.
Lancelot put a hand on Hugo’s shoulder. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to grab us some food.”
Hugo blinked. “I don’t remember the last time we ate.”
“We’re in the eye of the storm. We eat and get some rest, while we can.”
Hugo pinched the bridge of his nose. “We should talk, plan.”
“There will be time later.”
