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Luke ushers me to the kitchen table and forces me down into one of the seats. After covering my hand with the ice, Luke hands me some Advil and a glass of water. "Take these," he demands.
"You are awful pushy," I joke, trying to lighten the mood, but Luke doesn't appear to be amused.
"Just take the meds while I look for something to wrap your hand with," he groans.
After Luke tears apart my house, looking for items to splint my hand with and coming up empty. He runs from the house, stating that he will be right back.
The ice and the pain medicine have dulled the pain in my hand, and it barely hurts anymore. I doubt it is broken, but the bruise spreading across my knuckles says otherwise.
Luke comes rushing back into the house with bandages. "Let me see your hand," h
