The father nodded and said, "My boy went out on his little bike, he can make a trip to town in the hour so perhaps another hour or so if the doc hitches a ride with him." The father watched Kryner just holding the bowl not really doing anything with it as he hummed. He then introduced himself,<br/>"My name is Michael, Michael Tytel." he told her as he went over to pull a little foot rest over for Kryner to set the bowl down and use his one arm to feed himself. "Don't worry tough guy, my son will be back with the doctor in about an hour or so, you toughed it out this long you'll make it. Just don't do nothing stupid." He tried to be comforting on his level as he learned from his boys, if you make it a challenge they are a bit more receptive to it,<br/>"I shouldn't have to wait I should fix it myself." Kryner remarked before taking a sip and his tone changed. "Thank you, for this sir." He panted breathing heavy as he felt his arm throbbing.