“Will you stop squirming? It’s just a dislocated finger. I went to school for this, and i’m starting to think you became my friend so you don’t get an outrageous ER bill every time you get hurt.” Max teased, curling his hand around the other’s wrist. “Now, would you like a stick to bite on before we begin?”
Ray could hardly sit still. It just hurt so bad. “I’m sorry, I just. Damn, that hurts!” he exclaimed when he tried to pull away. “You think? I mean, I am accident prone, but that’s not why we became friends, Max.” Ray took a deep breath and closed his eyes, preparing himself both mentally and physically. “No, just do it.”