As Waisu lead them, Kinn relied on Vegas and Pete to keep him safe. The pain was getting to him and the farther they walked, even though it wasn't much farther, drained him. All the while, he heard the little man talk enough for all of them, babbling about this and that and the other thing.
The interior of the building had a managerie of herbs and salves and Waisu started to reach for Kinn, but thought better of it and gestured for the man to sit in a chair. "You realize I do have to touch your friend," he cautioned the other men.
Kinn, surrendering himself to his fate, gestures the go ahead. He goes to sit in the chair, still feeling like shit. Waisu looked at the arm critically, humming a bit. He turned to one guy, "You hold his shoulders, here and here." Then he turned to the other. "You. His knees, here and here." Once everyone was in position, he then carefully took the arm in his hands, running his fingers gently over the arm once he removed the first aid tools, feeling the bruising, muttering to himself more than to the others. He looked to Kinn. "This will hurt."
"I kn--ARUGH!" Kinn stiffened and tried to flail away as the man quickly pulled the broken pieces back into alignment, the bones snapping loudly as they clicked into place "FUCK! You're a goddamn--fuckin' shit." The pain was blinding and he still struggled against the hands that kept him held down.
"It was not as bad as it could be." Waisu was all business as he moved the re-set arm to rest against Kinn's chest and held it there for a moment, looking up to one of the other men to hold Kinn's arm in place before he could leave to get the tools needed for a new splint and sling.
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The interior of the building had a managerie of herbs and salves and Waisu started to reach for Kinn, but thought better of it and gestured for the man to sit in a chair. "You realize I do have to touch your friend," he cautioned the other men.
Kinn, surrendering himself to his fate, gestures the go ahead. He goes to sit in the chair, still feeling like shit. Waisu looked at the arm critically, humming a bit. He turned to one guy, "You hold his shoulders, here and here." Then he turned to the other. "You. His knees, here and here." Once everyone was in position, he then carefully took the arm in his hands, running his fingers gently over the arm once he removed the first aid tools, feeling the bruising, muttering to himself more than to the others. He looked to Kinn. "This will hurt."
"I kn--ARUGH!" Kinn stiffened and tried to flail away as the man quickly pulled the broken pieces back into alignment, the bones snapping loudly as they clicked into place "FUCK! You're a goddamn--fuckin' shit." The pain was blinding and he still struggled against the hands that kept him held down.
"It was not as bad as it could be." Waisu was all business as he moved the re-set arm to rest against Kinn's chest and held it there for a moment, looking up to one of the other men to hold Kinn's arm in place before he could leave to get the tools needed for a new splint and sling.