That’s the part that matters.”

“Give me the rest of it.”

He stopped where the corridor split and looked at the chart in his hand, then at me.

“Twenty-seven separate fractures.

Ribs, left forearm, right wrist, pelvis, both cheekbones.

Severe head trauma on top of that.”

Twenty-seven.

I turned the number over, and it didn’t fit any way I tried.

“From a fall,” I said.

“From what I’ve been told was a fall.” He closed the chart.

“The family gave a history at intake.

I’m repeating it.

I’m not endorsing it.”

He started walking again.