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Two weeks later, Nixx came home from his follow-up appointment waving the doctor’s instructions like they were a winning lottery ticket.
“Activity as tolerated.”
Benny looked up from the kitchen table. “That does not mean whatever you want it to mean.”
“It means activity. As tolerated.”
“It also says you’re still healing.”
Nixx dropped the paper in front of him. “I’m aware.”
I leaned against the counter and watched them argue.
The bruising around Nixx’s eye had faded to a faint shadow, and the stitches near his hairline were gone. His ribs were still healing, but he moved normally most of the time now. He could laugh without clutching his side and sleep without building a pillow fortress around himself. The doctor had been happy with his progress and cleared him to gradually res
