It turned out Zeke was right. It wasn’t broken. But it was badly sprained. After the doctor examined me, he had a nurse wrap a big elastic bandage around it. “I don’t want you to put any weight on it for at least a week,” he said. “Then we’ll take another look.” The nurse brought me some crutches. While I was in the hospital, another police officer arrived—a woman. She brought me some clean clothes and asked me if I needed any help changing. I said no. She told me to put my old clothes on the end of the bed and said that she would come to collect them. Before she left the room, she scraped the dirt from under my fingernails. She also looked carefully at my arm where I had been jabbed with the needle. After I had changed into the clean clothes, Mr.— I mean, Sergeant—Andruksen came back into the room. “I called your mother,” he said. “She and her fiancé are on their way to the police station.” Fiancé? Since when had my mom started referring to Gregg as her fiancé?
