Cast

My brother broke his arm last week. He was riding a scooter and fell. At first, we all assumed that he was fine. But it soon became clear that he was not. He went pale and began to sweat, even though he was shivering. My dad gave him some ice and I wrapped him in a blanket. My mom came home and took him to the hospital. I stayed up late doing homework, and got the news at just past midnight that he had broken his arm. A hairline fracture. He needed a cast, and was not happy about it. This meant he had to miss the tennis championships in gym, and maybe even part of the Nordic Skiing season. The blue cast was much harder than I had expected. It was stiff and uncompromising, refusing to respond to even the hardest amount of pressure. Within a day, it was filled with black signatures. Many of which belonged to sympathetic girls. My brother gave me a smug smile as I read off all their names. I could tell what he was thinking. Maybe the cast wasn't so bad after all...