I sat on the table in the clinic, watching Akisame look my knee over. He prodded it with his fingers, feeling the bones and joints. He hummed to himself, taking my leg in his hands and bending my knee.
"Well?" I asked.
"Did you realize that you at one time dislocated your knee?" he asked.
"No," I said.
"You did, and it went back in the joint wrong," he said.
"Can you fix it?" I asked.
"I can, but it will hurt," he warned me.
"I can take pain," I said. "I'll just swear like a sailor."
"Feel free," he said and flicked his hand, jerking the knee out of its joint.
"GOD DAMN FUCKING HELL CUNT BITCH TIT!" I screamed. Akisame gripped my legs and jerked it again.
"MOTHER FUCKING SON A WHORE BOW LEGGED FUCKER!" I cried.
"Done," he said. He wheeled his chair back, reaching in a drawer and grabbing two rolls of ace bandages. He pulled back up to the table and gently lifted my leg, massaging it.
"I'm going to recommend you stay off your feet today," he said. "And you should probably keep it wrapped up for a few days."
"Okay," I sighed, lying back on the table. He stood and smiled at me.
"I think that's enough excitement for today," he said. "You need to rest."
"That hurt like a bitch," I said.
"I know, I'm sorry," he said, bending down and lifting me into his arms.
"I think you just like to carry me," I accused. He chuckled.
"Of course," he said. I smiled and yawned, resting my head on his shoulder.