“I like purple,” Jesse begrudgingly admitted. “But I don’t understand why we’re talking about colors! I thought we were going home to have hot chocolate with Mama. Did she call back? Can you check? Maybe you missed it!”

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Tom sighed before nodding at the doctor. “Purple’s great, thanks.” He readjusted on the bed, shifting Jesse so her good side was leaning against him. “I know, honey. I know. Remember when the chair squished your arm? Well, it didn’t just squish it, it broke your arm.” He pointed at his own arm, approximating where the break was on his forearm. “Mama hasn’t called, but we can look. Here,” he said, pulling his phone out and clicking the home button to illuminate the screen. No missed calls, no missed texts. “I’m sure Mama is very busy at work and will call the second she can,” he assured his daughter, setting his phone on the side table before turning back to her and locking eyes with her. 

“Jesse, honey. When the doctor comes back, he’s gonna bring one of the nice nurses back to help put the cast on. Now, the cast itself won’t hurt, but it will protect and help to fix your arm. Putting the cast on, however, will hurt. But Daddy will be right here, and there’s hot chocolate and delicious marshmallows waiting for us at home.” Tom added with a sympathetic smile.