Lord of the Wings
“Dad said. “A simple fracture. We’re just waiting for Dr. Sengupta to get here.” Apparently only orthopedists were allowed to set bones and apply casts, and Dr. Sengupta, the local orthopedist, had fled to Richmond for the weekend, but had allowed himself to be persuaded by Dad to come back to take care of Michael.
“Why don’t you leave me with your dad?” Michael suggested.
“I’m staying right here until you get your cast,” I said. “And then I’m driving you home.”
“But if you stay here, I’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out if they’ve caught the stupid LARPers who tripped me,” Michael protested.
“And it could be a while before Dr. Sengupta gets here,” Dad said. “You go handle your Goblin Patrol duties. I’ll keep you posted on everything that happens here, and you can tell me what you learn at the station.”
They both looked so determined that I gave in.
“Okay,” I said. “But call me the minute Dr. Sengupta arrives. Or if anything else happens.”
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