As he walked out, I was giddy. My dad, as big as a bitch he was, wouldn't go to jail. As I was being wheeled into the x-ray, I asked the doctor something.<br/>"Hey, I have a question. Do you think instead of going to jail, he could go to rehab. I don't want to lose my dad, but I also don't want him to live this way."<br/>The doctor thought. "Yes, I believe that is possible. I'll call the rehabilitation hospital, and fill them in on it."<br/>I nodded, grateful. We went to the x-ray, and confirmed it was a clean break.<br/>I got some pain meds, and bandages put on.<br/>"You should take it easy. Come back in in six weeks, and I'll tell you if you need to keep the cast on, or you can take it off."<br/>"Thanks you." I was in my bra, so he could put the bandage on, so I put it back on.<br/>I walked out with my meds, and walked over to Eric, who was waiting on me paitently, flipping through a magezine.