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Anna Banana Upon hearing Dylan's voice again, Gabriella turned from Marcus and glanced back at her patient. "The brace will only extend from your mid-thigh to some point between your knee and ankle. It won't interfere with your foot at all," she answered.
Pushing herself off her stool, Gabriella headed out the room for just a minute or two. When she came back, she was carrying Dylan's new leg brace in one hand and a set of crutches in the other. She tilted the crutches against the bed then began snapping the brace into position. Just as she promised, it didn't cover Dylan's foot at all.
"The brace will be worn for about a month. You'll have to be careful not to get it wet or damaged. If you do, just come back in, and I'll replace it," she instructed. She eyed Dylan for a moment, wondering if he'd be the type of kid to break all the 'leg brace' rules she just gave him.
"Your broken bones, by the way, are healed. The leg brace is to give you a bit more support while your leg regains some strength," she added. Extending her arm for support, she began to help Dylan off the bed. Standing with a brace would take some getting used to. "You're dismissed, Mr. Denver, but remember to exercise caution."
Dylan gave a sigh of relief. He would only have it on his leg. And he could wear his trousers over the top of it. He didn't want people to see that he was a cripple. How stupid. Who breaks their leg jumping off a bed? Obviously the one and only Dylan Denver.
"Can I take it off to shower?" It was a good question, since he couldn't get it wet. "Don't worry I won't break it. I don't do anything extreme." Just means he couldn't play anymore football. Woot.
He nodded, and shimmied off the bed. Wow it felt weird. He leant on the bed, to accustom his leg to the change. He grabbed hold of the crutches, "Seriously, are these necessary?"