Danny sat up. His head felt a little whoozy. One of the doctors entered the room without knocking. He checked Danny over quickly and then said, “You’ll be okay for classes this morning. Have a good breakfast first.”
As the doctor left, the TV screen lit up. Joe Tenny’s face appeared on it.
“Got it out of your system?”
Danny glared at him.
Joe grinned. “Okay, you had your little temper tantrum. You’re going to have to fix the chair by yourself, in the wood shop. We’ll give you a new book to replace the one you tore up, but you ought to do something to earn it. Maybe you can work Saturday morning in the laundry room.”
Danny frowned, but he nodded slowly.
“Okay,” said Joe. “See you in class.”