She Smiled and brushed her thumb across his knuckles.  "Of course I will be right here with you.  We will get you through this no matter what happens.  Of course I am not going to CALL you crazy."  She said teasing him.  She gently slipped her hand out of his and went about starting to clean up after dinner.   

"You'll get the casts off... in 6 weeks.  Let yourself heal up, unless of course you heal faster than normal.  If that's the case I have a sawsall in storage."  She said with a grin tossing the empty food containers in the trash and packing up full ones and putting them back in the bag.  He would need left overs tomorrow to hold him over until they discharged him.  

"So 150 huh?"  She asked almost absently like her brain was still trying to process the information.  "I bet you have some stories to tell." 

(Sorry for delay and short. Got crazy here)