After doing his sign-in, Dylan made his way slowly into the waiting room. He'd been trying to talk himself out of coming here...but he just couldn't take the excruciating pain anymore. Putting any weight at all on his left leg was nearly unbearable...and as for his left arm, he couldn't even move it. Not even his fingers.

Something had to be broken.

It was like when he and his cousin had been climbing that old oak tree down in Georgia...Dylan had fell from the top of it, breaking his arm in two places. This pain match that and then some...

Merlin's socks, he just hoped they had a potion strong enough...because Dylan felt he might pass out from the sensation at any minute.