Ow, ow, ow

Yesterday, my poor niece broke her ankle in two places while she was skating -- or, apparently, attempting to stop skating. She's the first person in my family to break something (we're not really athletic people). She also lives in Ohio, and I, obviously, do not, so I am at a loss for what to do. Cards and gifts in the mail are always fun, but it's not the same as having your aunt come by to entertain you while you hobble around on crutches.