"Oh, come on, Amy. What can happen?"

"We'll get Nurse Rush mad at us."

"She hates anything that breathes anyway, so what's the difference?"

"All right. I'll go along with it."

Kirk leaned forward in the chair and fell onto his outstretched hands. He carefully lowered himself to the floor and curled up on his side. He started to laugh.

"I'm all set," he said. He turned his face into a grimace of pain.

"Very convincing," Amy said. "Have you ever considered limping to Hollywood?"

"Next week," Kirk said. "But I would get tired of playing tall, dark and handsome parts."

They both laughed together. Kirk felt better already.

"You ever heard me scream?" Amy asked.

"No."

"Well, brace yourself."

Amy opened her mouth and let loose a yell which echoed down the length of the hall toward the nurse's station.

"Nurse Rush, Nurse Rush, come quickly! Poor Kirk has slipped his epiphysis!"

She gave a quick grin over her left shoulder. "Here she comes, start moaning," Amy said in a whisper.

Kirk heard the quick clip of Nurse Rush's footsteps as she hurried toward the sun-room. She arrived in the doorway and took in the scene. Amy was standing in the center of the room with her hands pressed against her mouth.

"Oh, Nurse Rush, he fell. I think he popped his leg out again."

Kirk gave a low rumble of agony and rolled his eyes at Nurse Rush.

"Don't move him," Nurse Rush said. "He was probably trying to do too much again. I'll get a doctor and be right back."

She hurried out of the sun-room and down the corridor.

As quickly as he could, Kirk struggled back to the easy chair. Amy sat in the chair opposite him. They each picked up a magazine and began reading. Before long Kirk heard the sound of footsteps again.