The Santa Clause, Human Clause Chapter 6:
Just a quick scene.
Bernard groaned as he walked into the infirmary's physical therapy wing. Olga and a younger elf stood by one of the massage tables. Olga motioned Bernard over to one of the changing rooms.
"Oh come on Olga. You know I don't go in for massages."
"Ya I know you don't like them but it is the doctor's orders. You have no choice in this matter."
He entered the changing room and found a pair of holly green swimming trunks. Sighing he removed his elfin brown shirt and leggings . He paused to study his reflection in the mirror. He noticed his long black curls that always threatened to fall into his face. Shaking his head he watched at they spun around his face. 'You've no problems there Bernard.'
He continued on down to his torso and legs and frowned. The dreaded braces he wore on his back and left leg glared back at him.
'Oh. How I hate wearing the things. But I hate it even more not wearing them when I go out in public.'
"Hurry up in there and get changed." said Olga's voice through the closed door. 'Just great. I better change quickly. Knowing Olga if I don't. She come in after me.'
Soon the door opened and the elf hobbled his way over to the massuese table. The once proud elf struggled to keep from falling as he hoisted himself up on the table.
"Good now turn and lie on your stomach." Olga commanded while turning to her assistant. "Linda this will be a full workout. I don't care what he says or how loud he says it. He is getting a full workout."