[ elena shakes her head with a helpless sort of fondness at wynonna, before she turns back to jon. she exhales a little, sharp and sweet, a tiny smile curving on her own lips. they stare at each other, and it's totally gross, before her expression softens — though her stubbornness does not. ]
Let me be the judge of that.
[ with more caution than she is used to, body tense in its efforts to avert another wrong move, elena lowers herself down to a seated position at the edge of the bed beside him. she only needs to take one look at his shoulder, arm bent at an unnatural angle, to see what she must do, and ... it's not pretty. it's going to hurt a lot. ] I'm going to have to pull the bones back into place, or it won't heal right.
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Let me be the judge of that.
[ with more caution than she is used to, body tense in its efforts to avert another wrong move, elena lowers herself down to a seated position at the edge of the bed beside him. she only needs to take one look at his shoulder, arm bent at an unnatural angle, to see what she must do, and ... it's not pretty. it's going to hurt a lot. ] I'm going to have to pull the bones back into place, or it won't heal right.