“Yes, he’ll walk again,” the doctor said, “but he’ll need a lot of physical therapy.”
“Can we see him?” I asked.
“Just for a few minutes. He’s still sedated.”
We had to wait briefly before we were allowed into the recovery room to see Darren and the minutes felt like hours, but the payoff was worth it. Just seeing Darren battered and bruised but still alive made my heart swell. Deena, on the other hand, burst into tears. She turned her face away and cried on her father’s shoulder while he rubbed her back. Arthur tried to comfort his daughter by telling her Darren would be fine, but his words only succeeded in making her cry even harder. I hadn’t seen her shed a tear since I’d been there and, clearly, all of the emotion she’d built up since she found out about the accident came flooding out at once. There were even tears in Arthur’s eyes as he held his daughter and looked sadly at his son.