Nimrod had somehow managed to break his ankle. Gingerly, he stood up, putting his weight on his uninjured foot. He wondered what he had gotten himself into this time. Nimrod stumbled a little on the sopping wet planks that made up the pier, and almost cried out with the pain that seemed to sear through his leg.
"Why now?" he muttered to himself. He was soaked to the bone with salty ocean water, and the chilly March air was of absolutely no help to an already freezing djinn.
Slowly, forcing himself to place one foot in front of the other, Nimrod limped down the length of the pier, leaning on the steel railings whenever it was possible.
He hadn't thought that visiting his sister would cause so much trouble, but Nimrod ought to have known that anything can cause any amount of misfortune, especially if the Ifrit, the Shaitan, and the Ghul became involved.
Hoping that he'd be able to find a taxi to take him to the hospital when he reached the road, Nimrod limped on.
Yes, it's short, I know, but I'm not much of a writer... anyway, tell me what you think! I want to know! And, oh, before I forget to tell you, this is supposed to take place a month before the twins are born... they were born in April, right?