Do not think of it as force, but as a slow stretch instead.
[ Where Giovanni would search the Director's face, Sion thinks only to observe the other man's hands, noting their placement upon the child's broken limb, the bend and flex of wiry, slender fingers boasting an undeniable potential for violence and yet--... Their strength will be used for a different purpose, today, if only because Giovanni himself is subject to the Director's order; Sion's will to aid these people who for too long have been considered as little more than the filth they struggle through, day in and day out, just to live.
It is a bleak place, Westerley, and Old Town is a sinking ship, but even so those who people it boast extraordinary resilience—they are the lotus flowers Sion had once glimpsed upon Leith, rising up from the mud to bloom out of the darkness and radiate into the world, and Giovanni...
One day, it is Sion's hope that Giovanni might help to nurture something so very beautiful out of his own manner of impulse-borne volition; that will which the Director glimpses in sparks (flashes of convictions withheld, viewpoints gone unvoiced) coloring eyes red as blood. ]
After a break is made, the surrounding muscle contracts, protecting the bone, but so too rendering it all the more difficult to set back into place. [ Laying the strips of cloth along the edge of the cot so that they might be retrieved at the ready, Sion makes short work of folding the excess fabric, murmuring as he does: ] The body... has rather peculiar ways of defending itself, doesn't it?
It is rather stubborn, in some ways, but— [ He looks to Giovanni, then, a faint smile playing upon his lips. ] —we will overcome it. When you pull, remember that you are simply relaxing the muscle until the bone may be straightened and held with the help of the splint.
[ The splint which the Director prepares with fingers which dance delicate and deft, his focus upon having all materials in place for the moment when the child's leg is set back into place. The child who shifts and stirs in discomfort addressed by a gentle hand placed atop the head, dulcet intonations, and an apology: it will hurt, what happens next, but I will be here with you to help.
(And it pains him to think that, with the limited analgesics available to them, that 'help' will be the offering of additional strip of cloth—something to bite down upon instead of crying out during the application of traction.) ]
No more than two kilograms of traction, as we begin. You may gradually strengthen the pull as the muscle of the leg gives.
[ With a decisive nod of head, he voices his confidence in the other man— ]
After that... think on how your own body heals. [ As rapidly as it does. ] You will know what to do.
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[ Where Giovanni would search the Director's face, Sion thinks only to observe the other man's hands, noting their placement upon the child's broken limb, the bend and flex of wiry, slender fingers boasting an undeniable potential for violence and yet--... Their strength will be used for a different purpose, today, if only because Giovanni himself is subject to the Director's order; Sion's will to aid these people who for too long have been considered as little more than the filth they struggle through, day in and day out, just to live.
It is a bleak place, Westerley, and Old Town is a sinking ship, but even so those who people it boast extraordinary resilience—they are the lotus flowers Sion had once glimpsed upon Leith, rising up from the mud to bloom out of the darkness and radiate into the world, and Giovanni...
One day, it is Sion's hope that Giovanni might help to nurture something so very beautiful out of his own manner of impulse-borne volition; that will which the Director glimpses in sparks (flashes of convictions withheld, viewpoints gone unvoiced) coloring eyes red as blood. ]
After a break is made, the surrounding muscle contracts, protecting the bone, but so too rendering it all the more difficult to set back into place. [ Laying the strips of cloth along the edge of the cot so that they might be retrieved at the ready, Sion makes short work of folding the excess fabric, murmuring as he does: ] The body... has rather peculiar ways of defending itself, doesn't it?
It is rather stubborn, in some ways, but— [ He looks to Giovanni, then, a faint smile playing upon his lips. ] —we will overcome it. When you pull, remember that you are simply relaxing the muscle until the bone may be straightened and held with the help of the splint.
[ The splint which the Director prepares with fingers which dance delicate and deft, his focus upon having all materials in place for the moment when the child's leg is set back into place. The child who shifts and stirs in discomfort addressed by a gentle hand placed atop the head, dulcet intonations, and an apology: it will hurt, what happens next, but I will be here with you to help.
(And it pains him to think that, with the limited analgesics available to them, that 'help' will be the offering of additional strip of cloth—something to bite down upon instead of crying out during the application of traction.) ]
No more than two kilograms of traction, as we begin. You may gradually strengthen the pull as the muscle of the leg gives.
[ With a decisive nod of head, he voices his confidence in the other man— ]
After that... think on how your own body heals. [ As rapidly as it does. ] You will know what to do.