Avery was in the middle of making dinner when Christian arrived. When she saw him covered in little cuts and with his arm in a short cast, her guilt multiplied by ten.
"What happened to you?!"
The disbelief was at least somewhat real because she hadn't realized how hard she accidentally chucked him into the building by using him as a launch point. He didn't have any other internal injuries, did he?!
"I got into a car accident," he lied. "I'm really fine—it's mostly bruising and soreness—but I did break my wrist and got a bunch of little cuts from flying glass."
"I'm so, so sorry," Avery said lamely, knowing it wouldn't make up for anything.
His unknowing sacrifice resulted in everyone getting the insulin they needed so it had definitely been worth it but that didn't change how bad she felt about it. She led him to the couch and fussed over him until the kitchen timer went off and she had to go take the lasagna out and toss the salad while it set.
