Even with the amount of swelling around the shoulder and the upper arm, the fact that things are very, very out of alignment is evident as soon as Bones makes the cuts to free his arm from the shirt. That and the fact that despite having to balance himself, Doc is unable to move the arm or shoulder.

"Least I didn't fall off'a m'horse, that'd just be downright embarassin'," he mutters. The vertazine has done a good job at reducing the feeling of the room spinning and rolling beneath him, and the painkillers have taken a good deal of the edge off - but contact still hurts like hell. Doc turns his head in an effort to look at the damage to his shoulder and arm, and merely blinks at the unnatural angle he sees.

It's disgusting, but also kind of fascinating.


"...well shit, that ain't right."