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“I’m never doing that again,” Coby said. He shoved himself back to his feet. “Ow.”
“Shit, you okay?” Helmeppo hovered, giving Coby a once over to check for himself that Coby was alright.
“I’m vertical.”
“Yeah, and I know how high your pain tolerance is.” Helmeppo held out his arm in case Coby needed it.
The fact that Coby took the offering was telling. A lot of pain, then. Helmeppo was willing to bet something was broken, just from how Coby’d landed.
“What’d you break?” Helmeppo muttered under his breath.
“Shoulder’s fucked,” Coby murmured under his breath. “Can’t really move that arm.” That was far more information than Helmeppo had expected. He loved Coby to bits but seas he could be a little shit about underplaying how much he's hurt.
"How bad do you think it is?" Helmeppo probed. He needed more information - the ship's doc would get the most, but Helmeppo needed to know how much he needed to cover Coby's newly-formed weak spot.
"Can't. Move. My. Arm."
A not-insignificant amount of coverage, then. New World Pirates were such a pain in the dick to deal with sometimes. At least this wasn't the asshole with the censor bars again.