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Frank watched anxiously as the two guards pulled Joe's chair from beside Frank and set him in front of his older brother. The two guards stood on each side of Joe, arms crossed in front of their chest, dark sunglasses covering their eyes even though it was already dark in the boat cabin.

Without breaking eye contact with Frank, Antonio snapped his fingers, and his guards started pummeling Joe. Frank watched in horror as the guards took their turns beating his younger brother.

Antonio smiled as he watched his two guards attack Joe. "Well, I can't be totally unfair now can I?" He asked to a unresponsive Frank. Opening up the switchblade, he placed it in one of Frank's tied up hands.

"Saw quickly now," Antonio hinted. "When your out, my guards will done beating up your brother." Frank looked up in disgust, but started sawing frantically, trying to cut through the ropes as quick as he could.

Antonio took a quick look at Frank, seeing that one hand was already free and working on the other. "I'd say he has about ten more seconds on those ropes, boys. I'd suggest that you finish up rather soon."

Frank cut faster as the dull thuds of fists meeting flesh filled his ears. He needed to get out now. Joe was silent for the time, not making a noise as he was getting pounded. He had been in enough situations where he had learned to keep the noises in. It only satisfied them, and he didn't want the guards to have any satisfaction.

"Any second now, boys." Antonio called out as he watched Frank's rope start to fray. Antonio climbed up the ladder, holding the trap door open, and Frank cut the rest of the rope off. It fell to the floor limpy, and Frank started to untie the ropes holding his legs to the chair.

One guard moved to the ladder and placed his hands on it, while the other stood in front of Joe. Joe looked up blearly, his vision blurred. His already concussed head felt like it was pounding nails from the inside of his brain through his skull. His arms and legs felt like they were going to have bruises that would never go away. And his stomach hurt with every breath, he probably bruised some ribs. Never less, Joe made eye contact with the guard, and Frank watched the standoff as he got one foot free.

Suddenly, the guard brought his leg up at kicked out hard, catching Joe right in the shoulder. Frank heard an unmistakable pop and Joe screamed. The guard dashed up the ladder and up the trapdoor right as Frank got his other foot untied. The door slammed and Frank ran over to his brother.

Frank used the switchblade to slash through the rope holding Joe's leg, and through the rope at his right hand. Joe was bent forward, breathing in and out heavily, groaning. Frank was more careful with the rope around his left hand, because he didn't want to agitate his shoulder more.

"Alright," Frank said slowly, as the rope fell off Joe's hand. "Let's get you up slowly," He spoke quietly, and put Joe's right arm around his shoulders. Slowly, they stood up, and walked over to the side of the room by Frank's chair, and sat him down against the wall.

Joe pressed the back of his head against the wooden wall, needing the different pain to distract him from his shoulder.

"You know we're going to have to reset that, right." Frank said carefully, squatting down in front of his younger brother. Joe had his eyes shut and he didn't answer at first, but nodded, slowly.

"Just...get it over with." Joe said slowly, gritting his teeth. Frank got on his knees in front of Joe, and grasped his hand, and placed his right hand on his shoulder. Joe grunted and grabbed Frank's shoulder, squeezing it.

"You ready?" Frank asked, and Joe took a deep breath and nodded. "On the count of three… one!" Instead of three, Frank did it quick and fast, pulling the shoulder back into the socket. Joe cried out, squeezing his eyes tightly and digging his nails into Frank's shoulder.

Joe breathed in and out through his mouth for a long time, and neither of the brothers moved until Joe opened his eyes again and took his hand off Frank's shoulder.

Frank sighed and sat next to Joe, pressed up against the wall. Joe's head slid over and rested on Frank's shoulder, sweat transfering from Joe to Frank's shirt.

Joe held his arm gingerly as he shut his eyes, trying to work out all the pain and get it out of his system. "I wish we had a sling to put your arm in." Frank said absentmindedly.

Joe snorted, a small noise. "I wish we had a lot of things right now."

Frank smiled at his little brother. "Me too, buddy. Me too."


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