Isabella tried to hang on when her father lifted her, but neither hand was available for use, so all she could do was lean into him.  When he started down the stairs, she worried that she was too much for him to lift and balance.  Every step shot a pain through her wrist, but she refused to let it consume her.  What was a broken wrist, after all, compared to what her father had been through?  Surely she could be brave for him, as she knew he had been for her.<br/><br/>As one of the attendants on the boat opened her door and her father carefully set her on her bed, she allowed her head to lay back on the pillow, still clutching the splint her father had made.  The pain was turning into a throbbing now and it felt like it was running up her arm and out her ears.  "Don't worry, Daddy.  I'll be fine."  She turned her head toward the wall and closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing and trying to rest.  But one thing kept playing over and over in her mind.<em>What will I do about my date with Diego?</em>She really had no idea how he would react to her carelessness.<br/>