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estdeus_innobisSunday, July 18th, late afternoon
The Doctor's office
It was one of those rare and quiet days. Cool enough to enjoy the breeze, grey enough where I am not squinting against the sun, and just calm enough where I could prop my feet up on my desk, lean back in my chair, and catch a quick nap.
It WAS one of those days, at any rate.
Then the Addison boys tumbled in the door, carrying little Henry Rollins, who was howling to high heaven. We were playing capture the flag, and Henry climbed a tree, and we had ta knock him outta it, but he fell funny and his mom's gonna kill us!!!
I groan, for I can already see that the arm is broken. I take the whimpering child from the older boys and carry him into my exam room. It's the resetting that's going to be the most traumatic. I set him down on the table and stroke his hair a bit and wipe the tears from his eyes.
"Hey Henry. Had a fall, huh?" He just sniffles and nods, eyes wide and rather pale. "Okay, I'm gonna take a look at your arm, then we're going to wrap it up real good so it's safe, okay." I'm going to need the boys to fetch Mrs. Rollins, but I'm hoping to get him calm enough to snap it back into place quick. Some mother's have no problwm with such procedures, other's faint.
Very gently, I run my fingers over his arm, feeling for the break. There, right there. Feels clean, and I close my eyes for just a moment, tracing my finger's over the spot, as if willing the bone to snap back to where it should be...
There's an intake of breath and whispering behind me, and Henry's arm feels so warm. I open my eyes, and his arm is warm, almost alight with it under my hand. I am not sure what's going on, but I am pretty sure I just coaxed the bone back into place. Without knowing how, I can feel it knitting itself back together, I can feel the pain ebbing away from the boy...
I suddenly feel woozy and quite chilly, and I hold up my hand looking at it. I am barely aware that Henry is waving his arm about and saying something about it being all better, and I hardly register the boys running out and the yells of "thanks doc!!!" as they scamper away.
I slump to the floor, still staring at my hand.
"What the HELL.....?"
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The Doctor's office
It was one of those rare and quiet days. Cool enough to enjoy the breeze, grey enough where I am not squinting against the sun, and just calm enough where I could prop my feet up on my desk, lean back in my chair, and catch a quick nap.
It WAS one of those days, at any rate.
Then the Addison boys tumbled in the door, carrying little Henry Rollins, who was howling to high heaven. We were playing capture the flag, and Henry climbed a tree, and we had ta knock him outta it, but he fell funny and his mom's gonna kill us!!!
I groan, for I can already see that the arm is broken. I take the whimpering child from the older boys and carry him into my exam room. It's the resetting that's going to be the most traumatic. I set him down on the table and stroke his hair a bit and wipe the tears from his eyes.
"Hey Henry. Had a fall, huh?" He just sniffles and nods, eyes wide and rather pale. "Okay, I'm gonna take a look at your arm, then we're going to wrap it up real good so it's safe, okay." I'm going to need the boys to fetch Mrs. Rollins, but I'm hoping to get him calm enough to snap it back into place quick. Some mother's have no problwm with such procedures, other's faint.
Very gently, I run my fingers over his arm, feeling for the break. There, right there. Feels clean, and I close my eyes for just a moment, tracing my finger's over the spot, as if willing the bone to snap back to where it should be...
There's an intake of breath and whispering behind me, and Henry's arm feels so warm. I open my eyes, and his arm is warm, almost alight with it under my hand. I am not sure what's going on, but I am pretty sure I just coaxed the bone back into place. Without knowing how, I can feel it knitting itself back together, I can feel the pain ebbing away from the boy...
I suddenly feel woozy and quite chilly, and I hold up my hand looking at it. I am barely aware that Henry is waving his arm about and saying something about it being all better, and I hardly register the boys running out and the yells of "thanks doc!!!" as they scamper away.
I slump to the floor, still staring at my hand.
"What the HELL.....?"
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