| [May. 1st, 2009|02:17 pm] |
"Terrible," Genma agreed with a smile. "You'll owe me one." He eyed her dark throat, bruises merging with the shadows her long hair cast. The closer he looked, the more he could imagine the shape of a man's hand branded in burgundy and black on her pale skin. "Choke-hold, and then he wrenched your arm up behind your back?" There were bruises on her slender wrist and muscled forearm, too. "Or did you take a hit with something?" His own right shoulder still ached, black with bruises and a scabbed cut where the weighted end of a kusari gama had hit. But she was reaching for her scapula...
"You're sure nothing's broken? I can help with bruises and swelling, but if you've got a fracture or nerve damage, you really need to go see the real docs." He scooted back from the table, angling towards her. "Come over here and let me take a look. Can you raise your arm and it just hurts, or is it really blocked, like it can't move all the way up?"
If it was dislocated, she'd be too disabled to have gotten herself dressed, so it probably was a fracture at worst, he thought. Might still have to send her to see Haruichi, but he could probably be trusted to be a little discreet. |
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