Five years ago...
"Ma?..."
"Nay, Taitey. I'm here."
"Emory?"
"Aye, it's me."
"...wha' happened?"
"You broke your leg."
"...I feel sick..."
"Aye. We been givin' you spirits to help you sleep. M'sorry about tha'."
"...my leg hurts!"
"I know. I know. Here, jus' squeeze my hand."
"...am I goin' to be all righ'? My tongue feels funny."
"Tha's the spirits. Don't be a'feared."
"Where's th' doctor? What time is it?"
"...we don' got coin for a doctor, Taitey."
"We don'?"
"Nay."
"Who put me in bed? Why can' I move my leg?"
"I...I got Bill from down the road. He knows about mendin' bones a little. He strapped your leg up real good with boards."
"How long do I have to lay here?"
"...m'not sure."
"But my leg will be all righ', won' it?"
"..."
"...Em?"
"...I'm here."
"Won' my leg be all righ'?"
"...course. Course it will. You sleep now, aye?"
"It hurts!"
"Here, take some more of this. It'll help."
"I don't wan' tha'! I don' wan' to sleep more! Let me get up!"
"Taite! Here, calm down! Stop fightin' me! Yer going to hurt yerself worse!"
"I want Ma!...Get Ma..."
"...Taite...she's not here."
"...it hurts."
"I know. Come on now. Just drink a little of this, aye? For me? It'll help."
