“Your arm joint has left the socket,” he tells me. “I do not know the human words for it.” He maneuvers his arm, showing me. “We have to push it back in.” He pauses and then adds, “It will hurt.” “I figured.” I close my eyes and nod at him. “Go ahead.” Before I can even brace myself, he grabs my arm and thrusts it back, hard. Hot pain sheets through me and then almost immediately disappears. I don’t know if I should black out or sob in relief. Probably both. Then he’s kissing me again and telling me how brave I am, and I just lean against him,
