Tegwen looked up from her webbed feet slowly. Giffen stood behind the duck closely, watching the cell door slide open.

"Daddy . . ." Tegwen stood up and walked over to Giffen.

"Oh, thank God you're okay! Mr. Feathertale called just after you did-- he said there'd been an accident." Giffen reached out for Tegwen. "Come on-- your mother will have your bed ready for you by the time we get home. And then you can forget all about this, okay?"

Tegwen screamed in pain as Giffen hugged her and promptly slumped from his grasp to the floor.

"What's wrong?" Giffen cried.

"Oh, God! My arm!" She sobbed. "My ribs, my leg!"

Giffen glared at the police officer. "My daughter was injured and you didn't get her proper medical attention?!" He yelled, taking Tegwen into his arms. She shrieked once more and sobbed harder than before.

"Well -- we -- we didn't . . . know . . ." The officer stammered.

"That's bull!" Tegwen yelped. "I told them! I told them and they wouldn't listen! They didn't help!"

"You'll be hearing from my firm," Giffen threatened. "It'll be okay," he reassured Tegwen, running through the police headquarters with her in his arms. "I'm getting you to the hospital!"

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