At least there isn't too much in the way of open wounds. Despite looking through the house, Howard hasn't been able to find anything that might work as a disinfectant besides household bleach, and he figures they'd both rather risk the infection than use that. No cinnamon, no sugar, no garlic, no vinegar, no honey. Whoever cleaned out the pantry took the condiments and with those, all the natural antiseptics Howard knows of.
"It's dislocated," he concludes, then cuts a strip off the bottom of the curtains. He twists it into a thick wad and hands it to her. "Put this in your mouth, because this going to really hurt."
It's kind of funny how he doesn't mind touch when it's strictly in a medical sense. Touching Diana's bare arms and shoulders is probably something almost every other teenage boy in Perdido dreamed of doing, so at the very least Howard should be feeling awkward about not feeling thrilled, but instead he's calm and collected. He holds her upper arm out, gets the angle right, and starts, "on the count of three, one, two-"
He jams it back into place without bothering to get to three, hoping to avoid her tensing up.
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At least there isn't too much in the way of open wounds. Despite looking through the house, Howard hasn't been able to find anything that might work as a disinfectant besides household bleach, and he figures they'd both rather risk the infection than use that. No cinnamon, no sugar, no garlic, no vinegar, no honey. Whoever cleaned out the pantry took the condiments and with those, all the natural antiseptics Howard knows of.
"It's dislocated," he concludes, then cuts a strip off the bottom of the curtains. He twists it into a thick wad and hands it to her. "Put this in your mouth, because this going to really hurt."
It's kind of funny how he doesn't mind touch when it's strictly in a medical sense. Touching Diana's bare arms and shoulders is probably something almost every other teenage boy in Perdido dreamed of doing, so at the very least Howard should be feeling awkward about not feeling thrilled, but instead he's calm and collected. He holds her upper arm out, gets the angle right, and starts, "on the count of three, one, two-"
He jams it back into place without bothering to get to three, hoping to avoid her tensing up.