know what you have to do. Go ahead and chop it off."
"You are?" He asked as he cut. "Good. Then you know that I have to feel the ankle itself, and around it to have an idea whether it's broken, fractured, or just sprained. Right?"
"Yes," she answered and braced for his examination. "I can handle it. Go ahead."
One of the ladies left the fireplace and came to stand on the other side of the chair.
"Here, Abby" she said, reaching out. "Just squeeze my hand whenever you feel any pain, okay?"
"That's really sweet of you, Ruth," Abby answered. "I'm sure I'll be fine."
Okay, her name is Abby. Andrew still wracked his brain to remember where he knew her from, and hoped desperately that it had nothing to do with the night of the accident. As he examined her lower leg, ankle, and foot, he knew it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Even so, Abby wouldn't be walking for at least a few days. And with the snow falling so heavily, no one would brave this weather to come get them. They'd be here for a little while. The reality of their presence at his cabin slowly sank in. He shifted in his squatted position to look at her.
"Well, miss, only an X-ray can confirm my prognosis, but for now, it doesn't seem that your ankle is broken or fractured," he explained.
"That's good," Abby answered.
"The bad news is that without crutches or an ankle brace, you'll need to stay off that foot for the next few days."
"That's not so good." She looked at him and nodded.
"Not that you'd be able to walk anywhere for a few days, the way the weather is now," he said, and looked around for the blond man. "Where's your friend I sent for the ice pack?"
"I'll go look for him," the blonde girl answered eagerly.
As she walked towards the hallway that led to the kitchen, the blond man almost bumped into her. He made a beeline around her, as though she was leper. There is definitely something between those two .
"Hey man, this place is huge," he said as he walked toward them with a bowl of ice and two ice packs. "I've never seen a cabin that looks like this. It's a mansion, man. I got lost trying to find to the kitchen, and got lost again coming back."
Andrew didn't respond. He nodded and gently placed the ice pack on her ankle. "Take this off in ten minutes and replace it after the same amount of time. And repeat at least a few times tonight before you go to sleep.
"Thanks," she answered. "I’m familiar with R.I.C.E."
"Yeah that's rest, ice, compress, elevate, right?" Rob interjected.
"That's correct." Andrew looked back at Abby. "By the way, my name is Andrew. What are all your names?"
"Nice to meet you, Andrew,” Barb jumped in as she stepped away from the fireplace. “I had already mentioned my name is Barb, and this Abby here, and Rob. Ruth is standing next to Abby, and that’s Tina and John over at the fireplace."
"Good to meet you all," Andrew answered politely and stood up. "It doesn't look like you'll be able to leave any time soon. This storm is just getting started. Didn’t you hear the news before you left Reno?
“Sorry, sir, that was my fault,” Ruth said shyly from Abby’s side. “I made them take this route instead of going back to Highway eighty as we had planned. We only realized the storm was coming when it was too late.”
“Well, never mind that,” he said, trying to take the pressure off her. She looked like she was about to cry. “Do you have extra clothes?"
"Yes," they answered almost in unison.
“With you here?” he clarified.
“No,” Ruth replied with regret. “We left them in the car. We have what we’re wearing, but they’re wet. Once they dry off, we’ll probably have a week’s worth of stuff to wear, with all these layers.”
"Okay," he continued. “There are several bedrooms upstairs that you can all stay in. And there’s a laundry room upstairs too. I’ll find you some warm clothes to change into for tonight.”
“Thank you so much,” Barb chimed in and put a hand on his shoulder.
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