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Fenix, trying to disregard the insults directed at her recently before, made her way over to Max kneeling down so she was on his level. Currently her offense at how she'd been treated was overriden by her feeling of concern. The boy clearly had his arm dislocated at the shoulder, and was not handling it too well. She had been trained well enough in medical procedures that she knew how to deal with such an injury, as least as far as it appeared, but she wasn't sure if he would let her.

"Listen, Max...I can probably put your shoulder back in line if you let me, but I'm not going to do it unless you agree. If you pull away while I'm doing it it would only cause more complications, so it's up to you. Will you let me re-set your arm?" she asked, trying to sound as understanding as was possible in the situation, with her pride still rather battered.