"Isn't it obvious? It's a skull."

He pulled on his messy, black hair, "I don't know, these fucking pricks won't tell me anything."

Dylan laid his head on the wall and weakly punched at it while cursing at himself.

There was nothing I could say and there was nothing I could do to better the situation. All I could do was sit there and watch him beat himself up over something that was entirely my fault.

One of the doctors came out of the room and Dylan and I looked at her expectantly.

She flipped through some pages on her clipboard thing and I studied her face to get an idea of what she was about to tell us so I could prepare myself.

Dylan wasn't as patient as I was. "So, how is she?"

The look of pity I was expecting to see on her face was replaced by a reassuring smile. She spoke in an Indian accent, "You're friend will be just fine." She handed the both of us a piece of paper with the x-ray of a...skull?

"What is this?" asked Dylan.