The Accident

Jacobson sat nervously in his chair. All around him the hospital staff went about their daily routines. The young fox frowned. It felt like hours ago that he and his brother, Donny, had been out riding their bikes. They had done the same thing hundreds of times before with no problems, but this time. Jacobson winced. This time there had been an accident. While trying to do a trick, Donny had swerved off course and rode straight into a tree. The impact threw him off of his bike, and onto the ground. Jacobson could still remember his brother's cry when he landed, his arm twisted underneath him. Luckily Jacobson had his phone with him, ringing their father who then rang for an ambulance. A soft cough cut through Jacobson's thoughts, and he looked up, seeing his dad standing there with Donny. His brother had his arm in a sling.
"What's wrong?" Jacobson asked.
"The doctors said my arm is broken near the elbow," Donny replied.
Jacobson frowned. A broken arm meant that Donny wouldn't be back riding any time soon. His brother spoke again and Jacobson looked up.
"Thanks for being there for me, Jacobson."
The young fox smiled slightly. Their father lead them towards the car, ready to head home, and Jacobson felt a small sense of pride. He had helped his younger brother during a rough time, and promised to himself that he would make sure Donny was comfortable while he recovered. It was the least he could do for his twin, and besides, Jacobson knew that if their roles were reversed, Donny would always be there for him too...




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