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[burnyoudown]

[Where did he even start with this?

He wore a pair of white-rimmed sunglasses even though he was indoors, and he raised his right arm, showing off the splint he was wearing on his forearm. It wasn't the same as a cast, he didn't know if it did the job as well, but it was the best he had.]

I've been dealing with this shit for a while. Is there a hospital here? Anyone who knows what they're doing with medical shit?

[He should probably clarify better-]

It's broken.

[And it was far more important than the cut on his other arm, which had more or less healed already thanks to the weird shit that had been going on most of the last few weeks. He was worried it was going to scar, but he'd also rather have a scar than a broken arm.]

Been that way for a while. A few weeks? Something like that.

I don't like asking for help, but-

[He shrugged, dropping his arm out of frame. After a moment's pause, he ended the video.]

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[usedtobesmoller]

[Smaller than he expected. Steve's eyes roll unavoidably. It's the millionth time he's heard that. Forgive him. But at least they're moving along.]

Yeah. 'fraid to say that might happen. But let's see if we can get some idea about what's going on. For all we know it's half healed already...

[Yeah. He's trying to be optimistic here. Still, he keeps a smile on his face as he uses his new knowledge of Agrii medicine to locate a machine that might give them a picture of the bone. It doesn't look good, but they might get surprised.]

How did it break?

[burnyoudown]

Great.

[It was only a single word but it absolutely dripped with sarcasm. He wished his arm was half-healed already, but he hadn't exactly been keeping it still or doing any of the things you were supposed to do when you had a broken bone. (He didn't even know what you were supposed to do.)

Still, he followed along, glancing this way and that.]

Well... [How did he explain this without painting himself as the bad guy? To be perfectly fair, it wasn't like he'd hurt anyone, but still.] I had a little disagreement with someone and he decided the best course of action was to break my arm.

I might have startled him, but I still think breaking bones is an overreaction.

SORRY I AM SO LATE HOPE YOUR ARM DOESN'T HURT

[usedtobesmoller]

[ Steve turns and stares at the guy for a long second, clearly trying to see if this was a joke. It didn't seem to be in the slightest which was worrisome. There was someone around here that was breaking bones? That sure sounded like a bully if he ever heard it. His face sets into a scowl and he grabs a diagnostic tool off of a shelf before turning back.

He might be looking over the broken arm now, but his attention is on the conversation. ]

Who did that to you? D'ya have a name? A fella can't get away with doing that to someone else, no matter the reason.

No worries!!

[burnyoudown]

[Unfortunately, he was dead serious. He might have maybe instigated the event, but he was still going to hold firm that he didn't deserve to have his arm broken just for pulling a gun on someone.

He shrugged, then held still while Steve looked over his arm. The bone was healing mildly incorrectly, probably because Kavinsky hadn't done like, any of the things you were supposed to do with a broken arm for a few weeks thanks to the shit that had been going on. Point was, the bone wasn't properly aligned.]

What are you going to do about it if I tell you who did it?

[He didn't want to be that guy who couldn't handle his own problems. He also didn't want to send angry people to Kaz's doorstep and potentially make a situation worse.]

[usedtobesmoller]

[ Steve glances up and then back down to the tool. He's not smiling at all anymore. If anything, he looks almost furious in his serious concentration. ]

I don't like bullies.

[ Understatement of the century. ]

If you tell me who did it, I am gonna go talk to them and make sure they don't do this again. People can't just go around here hurting folk. It's not right and someone's gotta tell them what's what.

[ And then he'll probably be tending to his own broken arm, but whatever. Worth it. ]

But before that... I hate to say it, but we're gonna need to break it to align it properly. I think there's somethings that work as painkillers around here... It's still gonna hurt and we're gonna need to wrap it up nice and tight to make sure it doesn't move again.

[burnyoudown]

[Kavinsky managed not to say that Steve probably wouldn't like him very much if they knew each other better, then. But in this case, Kavinsky wasn't the one who'd broken someone's arm.]

I can handle things myself.

[It felt like it would wound his pride to have other people go talk to or threaten Kaz on his behalf. Like he couldn't handle his own problems. He didn't need people to butt in for him, and sure, his boys did that all the time back home, but that was different. They were parts of a whole; mess with one of them and you messed with all of them, that was the lesson people learned.

He made a face.]

Of-fucking-course.

[He wasn't really surprised; he hadn't been doing things right, he was sure. It was just his luck.]

Can't hurt worse than the first time, right? Painkillers or not, if it's what's gotta be done...

[He shrugged. He didn't want a fucked up arm. He wanted it to heal right.]