“When I woke from fever, the surgeon told me I must stretch and lift the arm every day if I wanted to keep the use of it. Otherwise the scars will heal too tight and then there’s no moving it at all. It’s as though the joint rusts over.” “So you play badminton.” “Among other things.” He struck the flint. “And it doesn’t pain you any longer?” Hurts like hell every time. “No,” he said.
