As he entered the front door he looked around at the relative crowd gathered
in the foyer and raised a curious eye brow.  His face was smugged with dirt
and his right shirt sleever was torn and bloodied.  He also had a slight
bruise on one side of his neck.

"Oh Derek, you're hurt!" Megan fussed over him as he entered.

She would have hugged him in her relief that he was safe but it was obvious
that action would hurt so she settled on touching what appeared to be his
uninjured arm "I'm glad you're safe and home.  Should we take you to the
hospital though?"

Reply via email to