"Bonnie! I came as soon as I heard! Are you alright?"
"I am now, thank you, Lyra."
"Does it still hurt?"
"A little bit, but not as much as before."
"What exactly happened?"
"I was in the middle of a dance recital, and during one of my spins, my hoof caught on a tiny gap in the floor, and I fell, breaking my leg."
"Ugh, I'm sorry."
"It's alright, Lyra. It's past now."
"So how long are you going to stay cooped up here? I don't know about you, but I hate the smell of hospitals."
"Just another day. The doctor said he would check to make sure nothing else is wrong before releasing me."
"How long till you are back on the stage?"
"Well, the cast is going to be on for about 6 weeks... but I don't think I will be dancing again."
"What!? Why not?"
"Apparently there is some history in my family of weakened bones. There is a small chance of being born with it. My grandmother had it, and now apparently I have it. We just didn't know because I had never broken anything before."
"Oh my gosh, Bonnie, I'm so, so sorry!"
"I may have a slight limp the rest of my life."
"What will you do then?"
"I don't know."
"Well is there anything I can do?"
"Will you stay with me a while?"
"Of course, hon."