Jessie was heading towards the basket to make a shot when he tripped and twisted his ankle. Landing hard on his arm, Jessie screamed in pain.
One of the boys, Ian, ran over to him concerned, "Hey are you ok?"
Jessie tried to push himself up but that only resulted in more pain and with gritted teeth responded, "I think I broke my arm."
"Oh man. You live nearby right? Do you want me to go get your parents?"
"NO! I can make it just help me up please."
Taking his good arm, Ian pulled Jessie to his feet. Jessie winced putting weight on his injured ankle, but walked away hurriedly. He went back towards we he had left his bag hoping that changing back to normal would also fix his arm. Only his bag was gone!
'Shit I can't go in the front door as a little boy or climb through my window injured,' he thought.
He looked around nervously for somewhere to get something else to wear. It didn't look like any of the other boys had bags, but there were some bags over by the playground. They would probably only have clothes for little kids but if changing fixed his arm and ankle he could probably make it back into his room as long as he wasn't a baby.
Other than that his best bet was probably the department store down the road, but that was at least a 20 minute walk. With his ankle throbbing in pain he wasn't sure how easy that walk would be. Plus if an adult saw he had a broken arm they'd stop him.