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Tears formed in Emile's eyes and quickly slipped down his cheeks. "Ow..." he whined. "Remy, I screwed up."

"No shit, Sherlock," Remy said, poking at Emile's leg a little more causing Emile to cry out in pain again. "What were you thinking, climbing that old tree? You know that half of its branches are dead!"

"I just wanted to get to the top, like we always used to try back at the home," Emile said, before whining as he tried to shift his legs. "Rem, I think my leg's broken."

Remy looked Emile over and turned a little green. "I'm inclined to believe you," he said, opening his cellphone. "I'm calling your dads."

"What?! No! They'll kill me!" Emile exclaimed.

Remy shot him a glare. "Hey, it's your dads or my dads, and my dads will call your dads anyway."

Emile moaned and struggled to push himself into a sitting position. "Fine, call them," he sulked. "See what I care."

"Emile, if your leg's broken, you need to go to a hospital," Remy said, dialing the number he had learned over the years from Emile's escapades.

"Sanders residence," a familiar voice said.

"Uh, hi, Mister Logan. Um. Emile and I are at the park, can you come pick us up?" Remy asked.

"That's only a mile away, can't you walk back here?" Logan asked.

"Well, uh...not really," Remy said. "Emile...uh...Emile-was-climbing-a-tree-and-he-fell-and-I-think-he-broke-his-leg."

"Remy, slow down," Mister Logan said. "What happened with Emile?"

"We think he broke his leg," Remy said. "He can't move it, at any rate, and it's bent weird."

Static came through the line as Mister Logan sighed. "I'm texting Patton now, okay? He can pick both of you up since he has the car for groceries right now. Do Virgil and Roman know yet?"

"No, Dad and Pops were gonna be my next call if you didn't pick up," Remy said. "Um. Are you mad?"

"I'm not mad, Remy," Mister Logan said. "I'm glad you told me. I just feel like I should have seen this coming."

"Oh," Remy said.

"Listen, I'll call your dads and let them know what's going on, and the three of us can meet you, Emile, and Patton at the hospital, okay? Deep breaths, Remy, it'll be okay."

"Yeah," Remy said hollowly.

"Do you need me to stay on the line?" Mister Logan offered.

"I...I think I'll be okay," Remy said. "How far away is Mister Patton, do you think?"

"Close enough that I'm texting him now to pick you up," Mister Logan said. "So it shouldn't be more than five minutes."

"Okay," Remy breathed.

"Deep breaths, Remy. Thank you for calling me," Mister Logan said.

Remy shrugged off the thanks and hung up. "Five minutes, Emile," he said. "Can you wait five minutes?"

Still crying, Emile nodded. "I can do it," he said. "...Are we in trouble?"

"I don't think so," Remy said. "But I wouldn't quote me on that if I were you."

Emile would have definitely squirmed if his leg weren't broken. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"Don't worry about it, okay?" Remy asked. "Help is coming. We'll be fine. And if we're really lucky, our dads won't be super mad at me sneaking out to see you when I'm grounded and you'll be in the clear for not looking where you're climbing."

Emile snorted. "Right, because we'll totally be in the clear for both those things."

Remy sighed. "I'm trying to think positive, here, Emile."

Emile offered him a small smile. "I know. Thank you for trying."

"Of course. Anything for you."