"How serious is it?"

　　Salvatore sighed, staring at me with a look of exaggerated grievance.

　　"From now on, I'll be a cripple. You'll have to take responsibility for me."

　　I frowned and glanced at the medical records hanging at the head of his bed, finally feeling a little relief.

　　I shot him a look. "I used to work as a nurse. Do you think you can fool me?"

　　Salvatore grinned, pulling my hand and shaking it. "I was just ...