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*Trips, falls, rolls downhill and stands.*

~~ow.~~

Are you alright?

*Cracks her neck slightly, though her shoulder definately looks out of place. She looks down, slightly stunned at the boy, and nods.*

Ow.

Your arm. *points*

*She blinks and looks down at it, one of her silvery brows raising slightly.*
...

*She looks back at the boy, and motions him forward.*

Pull on it...by the wrist...and don't let go. Hang off it like you're a monkey.

*She croaks out.*

I could hurt you.

*he came over anyway, holding onto her wrist and kneeling to pull*

Not any more than I already am, Kiddo...hang on...

*Once he got a good grip and was kneeling, she jerked her body suddenly up and back to the right, her shoulder making a loud 'pop' in the process.*

Alright sweetie...you can let go.

*he let go watching her closely*

*She wiggles her fingers, before rolling her re-located shoulder with a groan.*

Thanks...now...what are you doing out here?

I don't like to change inside.

*Blinks at the odd statement but says nothing.*

...do you have a name so I don't have to call you Wee'an?

I'm Garrett.

Kaylin...*She slumped down onto her behind to look at him, resting her arms on her knees.* But most call me Kay.

*crouches down watching her*

Ya know, honey, ya ain't supposed to do that.

...serves me right for not paying attention....
*Her shoulder looks...off.*

Wanna let me help ya fix that? *points to her shoulder*

*She looks down at it, frowns deeply, then looks back to him with a nod.*
Please...It's easier than doing it myself.

*nods and takes hold of her wrist and lower arm* Gonna count to three. One. Two. *pulls down sharply*

*Grunts and holds still so he can pull, groaning slightly as the loud POP of her shoulder going back into place echos slightly.*
...three.

*rubs her hand, then moves to hug her from the other side* Should probably be a little more careful, honey.

*Leans on him slightly.* ....can I sit down now...?

*nods and slowly sits down with her* Just rest, honey. I'll sit with ya.

Edited 2008-06-20 01:05 (UTC)

*Slumps to her behind and leans against him.*

...

*Closes her eyes and inhales deeply.*

*gently wraps his arms around her* What can I do for ya, honey? How can I help?

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