Clay's morning was pretty uneventful. He woke up at his usual time for a Sunday, kissed Annie good morning and headed off to meet his mother at the stable.
Everything went off without a hitch for the first hour or so, until his horse was spooked by something or other and he was thrown off. He landed decently well and was able to roll away from the horse, however he did hear the sickening crunch of a bone breaking. Which bone was the question.
Porter took him to the hospital where he received the report, one broken left ankle and one decently serious concussion. She left her son alone for a few minutes when he mentioned Annie was probably worried since he was usually home by now.
Annie's tone when she answered the phone took Porter by surprise, "I assure you Ms. Walker, my son always has a good reason when he's late."
It would figure that the one time Annie didn't get a good look at her screen before answering, it'd be Porter Webb on the phone and not her son. 'And of course, I'd answer the phone like some drunken college girl and unlike the professional woman that I am. '
Annie took a deep breath and sank back against the counter, dressed in Webb's shirt from the night before and her underwear. She supposed it was a good thing that his mother couldn't see that. "Of course, Mrs. Webb. My apologies. Is he okay?"
The fact that Porter had responded with her own vaguely snarky reply and not something more serious led Annie to believe that Webb hadn't actually died. Anything else could be fixed. Probably.
For the rest of the conversation, Porter was the picture of composure. "Clayton had an accident. Caesar got spooked and he was thrown. Clayton's fine for the most part. He broke his left ankle and has a concussion."
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Everything went off without a hitch for the first hour or so, until his horse was spooked by something or other and he was thrown off. He landed decently well and was able to roll away from the horse, however he did hear the sickening crunch of a bone breaking. Which bone was the question.
Porter took him to the hospital where he received the report, one broken left ankle and one decently serious concussion. She left her son alone for a few minutes when he mentioned Annie was probably worried since he was usually home by now.
Annie's tone when she answered the phone took Porter by surprise, "I assure you Ms. Walker, my son always has a good reason when he's late."
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It would figure that the one time Annie didn't get a good look at her screen before answering, it'd be Porter Webb on the phone and not her son. 'And of course, I'd answer the phone like some drunken college girl and unlike the professional woman that I am. '
Annie took a deep breath and sank back against the counter, dressed in Webb's shirt from the night before and her underwear. She supposed it was a good thing that his mother couldn't see that. "Of course, Mrs. Webb. My apologies. Is he okay?"
The fact that Porter had responded with her own vaguely snarky reply and not something more serious led Annie to believe that Webb hadn't actually died. Anything else could be fixed. Probably.
She hoped.
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"Do they have to do surgery or are they just putting it in a cast? How bad is the concussion? Which hospital, I'm coming down."
Annie was also composed, but she was speaking in a hurry as she went to get dressed.
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