BURGER SCOOT

Jack laid on the table as two techs applied straps across his chest and his left arm holding it stationary. 

Ever since he was a teenager, he had had MRIs done every five years or so because he had a seizure disorder, but they were always for his brain. 

This time; however, he had injured his arm crashing his scooter and an x-ray didn’t thoroughly isolate why he had serious mobility problems in that arm and shoulder. 

When the time in the loud and claustrophobic tunnel was over a panel of doctors would figure out what exactly was going on with his wing.  

What the MRI showed was a fracture of the scapula and that he would have to see an orthopedic surgeon for more information, and they would recommend what would come next. 

First the five fractured ribs, now this, and he hadn’t had a doctor to look at his left foot’s big toe which hurt like hell whenever he walked.