After Jakob got home, his father fussed over him for a bit, helping him to his room.

Apparently, some painkillers, an icepack, and a good nights rest were what he needed, because Jakob woke up feeling better. The swelling was gone, though his ankle was still sore. He took a quick shower before getting dressed in loose black pants and a black tank top under his school shirt. He pulled on a pair of boots, lacing them up tight. No way he'd roll his ankle again in them. They also gave enough supposrt that he didn't need the crutches. He grabbed his bag and jacket, heading downstairs and out to the truck. Thankfully his father seemed to have left for work already, so he didn't get shit for not using the crutches.