“Okay, this says…The hospital can provide an antibiotic rinse to prevent infection. Ice, in the form of a sugar-free popsicle or crushed ice, can be applied for pain…” Tom scanned quickly. “Unless you think part of the tendon feels like it’s missing, it should heal without surgical intervention in about two weeks. Soft, unheated foods that do not require chewing are recommended. Or…” Tom snorted in disgust. “It says we could simply ignore it. Fuck that. I’m not ignoring it, do you seehow much blood this is?” Tom demanded. “Fuck. Oh, God, honey, I’m so so sosorry.”
“I’m okay,” Gabe insisted. “S’like a head wound, jus’ bleeds a lot. An’—” Gabe made a face, then spat again, “—I’m prone t’ it. Happened b’fore, once. Bite guard, wrestlin’ in high school.” Gabe spat again. “It’ll heal, Tom. I promise.”
“I believe you,” Tom said. “That doesn’t mean I don’t still feel like shit for making it happen.” He shuddered. “You’re going to have to live with a little extra coddling, for a while.”