"You were lucky," she said.
He didn't feel lucky. The bandage was hot and made his forehead itch. She had brought him a stuffed animal to lighten the mood.
"Every pirate has a parrot."
He didn't smile. "Next time," he said, "I'll be sure to go completely through the windshield. I'll leave my leg in the car and you can buy me a peg." He raised an arm and curled his fingers. "Maybe a hook," he said.
"It could have been worse," she told him. "You were lucky."
"Yeah, you said that already."
After she'd gone, he wept. Warm tears slipped down his cheek. It felt odd, as though he would have to cry for twice as long.
He called the nurses station using the bedside phone to make a request.
"Leave the light on tonight."