“Sit, stay, behave,” Frankie growled.
“I don’t need a damned wheelchair,” Vance growled back.
“Hospital orders, so deal with it,” Troy told him firmly.
“It’s my shoulder, not my hip, that’s mucked up, and it’s almost back to normal.”
“A, it doesn’t matter if it’s your little finger you still ride. B, it’s still a long way from normal and you know it. The only reason you’re leaving is because Frankie threatened not to unless you did as well. Now, sit!”
With ill grace, Vance did, grumbling all the way from the room to the front door of the hospital. The second he was through the door he stood up and walked down the steps to the sidewalk.
Troy and Frankie watched him from the top of the steps, shaking their heads. “He tries the take off the splint and I’ll…hell, I don’t know what I’ll d
