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"Where do your ribs hurt?"
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[b]He points to his right lower region.[/b] "Here..." [b]He says weakily.[/b]
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Sawyer lightly touches it. "On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does that hurt?"
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[b]He gasps out, groaning and reeling.[/b] "T-ten!"
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Sawyer pulls his hand away. "That's not good. There's not much we can do about this. We need to see Luna."
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[b]He plays a tune on his whistle and Luka rushes in holding a bag of ice.[/b] L: "What is it?"
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"Those pieces of shit broke a rib."
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[b]She gently presses the ice against Embers ribs and he gasps out breathing heavily which hurts even more.[/b] E: "Gah!"
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"Crap. How do you diagnose a broken rib?"
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"You mean how do you treat a broken rib."
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"Right, sorry. Not particularly good with medical lingo."
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"That's fine sweetie. All you do is rest, and rest it with ice." "That's not my only problem here." [b]Ember says.[/b]
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"Then what is the other?"
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"My regular arm is fractured."
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"Huh. I'll be willing to help you out until it heals."
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"Thanks Ver but I'm perfectly capable of doing anything." [b]He stands up, takes a few steps and collapses to the ground groaning.[/b]
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[spoiler]Ver?[/spoiler] "Easier said then done." Sawyer picks Ember up.
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[spoiler]Sorry, get em mixed up.[/spoiler] "Thanks, but I think i didn't need that." [b]He says this with a grimace.[/b]
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"Ember, don't try to act stoic. Everyone needs help."
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[b]His expression changes to a saddened depressed face.[/b] "That's what my mom always said to me for being stoic before she-she..." [b]Tears well in his eyes and he can't finish his sentence.[/b]
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"Died? Don't worry. She's in a better place."
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[b]He breaks into tears, and staggers to his bed, and Luna comforts him.[/b] L: "Sawyer I'm sorry, he gets like this."