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If you have a message for me, Dr. John Watson, please leave it here. I shall certainly get back to you as soon as I can.
- JW

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Watson very deliberately removes his hands from Rich, a tremor of anger running through him so fiercely that he's genuinely concerned he might accidentally hurt his patient.

"He said what?" His voice is low, furious. "There's no excuse -- the blackguard, if he wants to try violence he's welcome to try it on me--"

Watson is a more dangerous man than he looks but he's definitely not a match for Six. He takes a breath, trying to calm himself. "Here, it should be simple enough to put your arm back into place. Breathe steady, lad."

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Rich looks up at Watson, suddenly concerned that he's said something wrong.

"N-No, it's okay. I mean, I was probably just being an asshole... you know me. I get angry easily..."

He has a feeling that's not all that it was, but if it stops Watson from considering fighting Six himself, then Rich will choose to belittle himself any day. He's relieved when Watson seems to calm himself to focus on the injury, though. He nods at the instruction, taking a few slow breaths through his teeth and looking away so he hopefully doesn't anticipate the pain too much.

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"Relax," Watson advises. "As much as you can. One, two--"

And on three, with a practiced hand and as quick as possible, he pops Rich's joint back into place. "There. I think that should do it. How does that feel?"

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"Ghhh!" Rich chokes on a yelp of pain, biting his lip to prevent himself from making too much noise. Once it's back in place, it feels... right, but god, the pain getting it in there was dizzying.

He rolls it around a few times and then sighs. "Sore, but a lot better than it used to be. Thanks..."