“Can’t we just go home and snuggle, and Mama will come home and snuggle, too?” She squirmed while they walked to X-ray, and when Tom manipulated her bad arm, she cried into his chest. But the promise of talking to her Mama made her bring her head up, “Is Mama coming home?”

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“She’ll be home before you know it, Sweetheart,” Tom cooed as they walked, his hand drawing comforting circles on her back once more. They were led into a small, private room situated in the Pediatric ER to await the doctor’s arrival. He was already fairly certain that her arm was broken, but they had to go through the normal checklist to ensure the diagnosis was correct. He pulled his phone from his pocket before he sat on the bed with Jesse cuddled next to him, a blanket wrapped around her. “Should we call Mama?” Tom wasn’t sure if she’d answer, especially given that she was out of town on a hunt. If anything, they’d leave a voicemail and get a call back later.