He was alive, he was talking, he was smiling, he was standing on her front porch, he was there and- He had on a brace?

Annie's smile slipped and she reached out to yank his bag from his good hand as she motioned to the ugly thing holding his wrist in place. "What's that? What'd you do? You only had a week left and you couldn't even keep yourself in one piece for a week?"

At least it wasn't a bullet hole.