Andy opened his eyes. His head was still in tact, or at least he imagined it hadn’t completely exploded.
She’d called his name then jumped in his lap, knocking over the chair he was sitting in. As he tried to move he discovered his hair was caught under the top of the chair back. Someone pulled Taylor off of him, and helped him up.
“Yes, I’m fine,” he said to everyone who asked.
Taylor, a small young woman with a black bob and a quick smile, was fighting back tears. Andy figured at least three if not four fingers were broken, and maybe some other bones in her beautiful delicate hands.
He kissed her hand. Some of the pain went away. Then he slipped her six fresh one hundred dollar bills.
“This should cover your deductible and any other expenses tonight. Call me tomorrow and let me know how you’re…
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