It was probably best that the man was like this. It made it easy for Grey to gird his defenses, to watch the man with cold eyes and a hard jaw.
When the doctor reset the bones, he barely made a sound, a swallowed-sounding grunt. But other than that, he didn't move.
The doctor seemed almost impressed, stepping back. "We have to wash that arm, then we'll plaster it." By "we," he meant a nurse, of course. With one more look at them both, he stepped out and away. Grey's gaze returned to Curtis and there was the smallest flash there. He showed him, didn't he?
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Date: 2014-09-27 01:40 pm (UTC)When the doctor reset the bones, he barely made a sound, a swallowed-sounding grunt. But other than that, he didn't move.
The doctor seemed almost impressed, stepping back. "We have to wash that arm, then we'll plaster it." By "we," he meant a nurse, of course. With one more look at them both, he stepped out and away. Grey's gaze returned to Curtis and there was the smallest flash there. He showed him, didn't he?