He took a tablet out of his pocket and tapped the screen.

“Her leg is stable,” he told me.

“Nothing is broken, and the burn is only on the surface.

The syrup cooled enough in the air before it touched her.”

I let out a long breath.

I pressed my palms hard against my kneecaps.

“When can we go home?” I asked.

“We’re going to clean the dried maple syrup off her skin, put on a topical ointment and wrap it,” Doctor Lewis said.