"Padron me for my words sir, but it seems like your son isn't in total agreement with your words. I'm not a child and refuse to be treated as such, I didn't fracture my ankle on my own now did I? I hate being babied." Her words were hissed through her teeth, her body rigid with anger. "Whatever happened I'd prefer to be told, not coddled with sympathetic words." She uncovered her legs and moved to the edge of her bed, her casted ankle slowing her movements somewhat. Carefully lowering it so it hung in the air, Sylvia crossed her arms and waited for the others to speak. She wouldn't get up for she knew she'd be in for a lecture but she wasn't going to sit still either. 

She was getting the answers she wanted, she respected adults bit those that treated her as a child were soon to feel her words. [@Briza]