“You’re very lucky you didn’t wind up with a concussion son, that dog pulled your leg right out from under you. BAM !”

Campbell flinched. Recalling the incident, he saw the dog biting his leg at which point he remembered falling to the ground. But it wasn’t so much that the dog had pulled him, and more that he had passed out at the sigh of his own blood.

The doctor chuckled, “Bloody mutt shattered your patella,” he tapped the railing of Campbell’s bed near where his knee was resting. The doctor seemed a bit too amused by himself.

“Where are my parents?” Campbell asked, “Do they know?”

“Of course they know. Your mother has been waiting here since yesterday when you went into surgery. She just went home to freshen up.”

“Surgery?” Campbell’s mouth hung agape.

“Yes, the break you had required immediate surgery,” the crinkly-faced doctor began to leave but turned around, “And Campbell, someone dropped off a card for you.”

Campbell opened it slowly.

Get well soon. So you can read my hatemail.