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She moved a bit, and he sat down beside her, secretly glad to take the wait off of his leg. He laughed a little as she asked if he was okay. "I'm fine, seriously. I dosed up on painkillers before I left. Don't you worry, I'll be fine." But he figured that he'd be using crutches for the next few days, just to make sure that he didn't do any more damage. The gunfight and being knocked out probably hadn't done him much good. He nodded as she said she wanted out of her jeans. He stood up again, shifting his weight to his good leg as he did so.
"We'll work this out somehow. If we have to cut them off, we will. But only as a last resort." He grinned at her, making sure that he didn't allow the cocktail of emotions that he was feeling to show. "Unbutton them anyways, that'll be a start. And work them down as much as you can, okay? But the moment it hurts too much, stop. And don't be a martyr and say you're okay. If nothing else, you could end up doing more damage, and you'll be laid up even longer. The painkillers won't kick in for another little while yet, okay? So take it easy." He stayed on his feet, ready to help her if she needed.
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