Jack glanced at his kid in the hospital bed for a little minute, a moment of agonizing doubt, but he ultimately nodded and walked out. Readjusting his seat, Finn turned to face Riley.

So, he uttered. "Rugby?"

Riley gave a shrug. "Lunchtime was just a muck-around game." I was tackled, but it didn't really matter how I fell on my arm.

Finn looked over the cast. "Is there space for writing on it?"

Riley smiled. "Not with this particular one. Until my arm is less swollen, this is only a fictitious one. You can write on one of those colored ones that I get to keep.

"Very cool," Finn remarked....