Susan walked into the lounge at the hospital and found Mark, Steve, and Amanda sitting on the couch, with Jesse in a wheelchair, his left foot in a cast.

"Jesse!" she cried, running up to her boyfriend. "What are you doing back so soon?"

"Well, it's great to see you too Susan!"

"Oh my goodness Jesse, you're hurt! What happened?!"

"Well, you see, my dear--"

Steve could see that this would take a while. "He sprained his ankle," he finished.
"Actually, he broke it, but he thought it was just a sprain. X-rays revealed a fracture."

"You know Jesse, I still can't believe you didn't know you broke your own ankle." Mark tried to suppress a chuckle.

Jesse looked defensive. "It's a hairline fracture! And it's not like I could x-ray it or anything. Steve made me leave my portable x-ray machine behind," he added under his breath. Jesse looked up at Susan, who was gazing at him pitifully. "Oh, come on Susan, it's not that bad! Now let me finish my story. See, there were these guys up there, and I saw them killing this girl, and I tried to stop them ..." His voice trailed off as they left the lounge together.

Mark shook his head. "Sounds like you two had fun!"

Steve rolled his eyes. "Oh, it was a blast. Now do you two want to hear the real story?"

THE END