He stared at her. Then he fumbled, "Its...well...it's not what you think. I was playing football."
"Right, so this had nothing to with a pretty girl you met?"
His mouth worked soundlessly. "I wish. But I don't see how it could be. She ditched me with my pants around my ankles and a broken leg,"
The comment made her smile. "And you are in pain?"
He nodded.
"On a scale of one to ten?" She asked, bringing out her pen.
"Five," he said evenly.
"You've tried untwisting them?"
"Obviously."
"Hmmmm." She marked it down. "Let's take a look."
"What?" he asked incredulously.
"I'll need to examine the area," she said as if it were obvious.
"What about the doctor?"
"Well, if you want the doctor, I'll get him. But I could also take care of this for you. I think you'll prefer my methods."
His eyebrows rose so far they also ran off his forehead.
