>>5167560“So, it seems that I’m not wrong...” You boldly state as you pick up your misaligned arm and forcibly toss it back and away.
As your limb carves through its arc, so too does an arc of deep, sharp pain overtake the entirety of your focus with striking salience. It resonates through your arm like a perfectly struck tuning fork. An ephemeral three act play, where you are the sole actor, but at the very least with a captive audience.
The opening, a grinding of injured joints and muscles noxiously roused to scream caution from proceeding any further. The screams have hardly the chance to echo before the apex surges forth as hot, stabbing waves of pain burst into the surrounding areas of your body. The two acts reverberate as the play ends with a single line…
A dull and meaty pop.
Concern and outrage arise from your audience as you weather the excruciating storm, that eventually dissipates into a steady rainfall.
Hot, drops of crimson leak from the inside of your cheek as you're finally able to tenderly manipulate your upper arm, yet with the lower half acting as a shackle. “That was the easy part.” You announce breathlessly, gaze firmly fixed on the horrified young woman.
“Please!” Cyrene suddenly grabs Seo’s hand between her own. “Please, help her, Sena!”
Still baffled at the scene playing out, Seo quickly glances between Cyrene and yourself before giving an indignant sigh and moving to grab a chair. “I don’t suppose you can recklessly flail your elbow into place, so I’ll have to help you.” She warily settles at your side with gaze affixed firmly on your bulging elbow.
You turn to Mishenne whose complexion suddenly has a concerning pallid shade. “Could you help Cyrene fetch a tablecloth? We’ll need it for leverage.”
He's a quite a bit more delicate, so you figure putting him to help indirectly is better a course of action
“Uh…” Mishenne steps back, still stunned from what he witnessed.
“Come on!” Cyrene roughly pulls him by the hand to fulfill your request.
You wait for Cyrene and Mishenne to step out of the room before turning your attention toward Grygas. “I am sorry that I did that without any warning in your home, and in front of you and Cyrene, but I really must get going.”
Grygas rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably at your words. “We’ve seen worse, unfortunately… Just…shit.” Still flustered, he turns his body in your direction, but still averts his eyes. “I swear, I don’t understand why you’re going through all this harm, Elly.”
“’Everyone has work to take care of,’ right?” You gently remind him of his words. “I’ve been through worse as well, but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate your expression of concern. So, when this is all said and done… I’ll explain everything.”
As Cyrene and Mishenne return with the requested tablecloth, you offer your arm to Seo. “Let’s make this quick.”
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