"It's just a sprain, not fatal." Shirakawa Sawahei said grumpily, then turned to the nurse, "Could you please fetch some ice?"
"Ah... sure, no problem." The nurse turned and walked away. Shirakawa Sawahei continued to squat down, trying to assess the extent of the little girl's sprain.
"Does it hurt here?"
Shirakawa Sawahei gently poked, and the Black Hearted Lolita screamed like a pig being slaughtered, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts... Are you doing this on purpose, you pretty boy! I'm dying here!"
"How about here?"
"It hurts here too!"
"Can you move this side?"
"Absolutely not!"
"Does this make it any better..."
"It still hurts, pretty boy, don't press too hard... be gentle." The girl moaned as she inhaled sharply. Shirakawa Sawahei stood up and regretfully said, "It might be a fracture."
"What?? Ouch... Pretty boy! You need to be responsible for what you say! I just fell, how could it be a fracture!"
