"Bruises go away. You gotta stay forever. I've been told there's rings and things." He shifted to try to sit up. He winced when it felt like a devil stuck a pitchfork into his sternum.
"Can you help me scoot over a bit? Or do I need one of those beefy nurses with hairy arms?"
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"Can you help me scoot over a bit? Or do I need one of those beefy nurses with hairy arms?"