Emmitt pointed to the examination table, and she sat. She kicked her legs as they didn’t quite reach the ground. Jioni hesitated before she took her flannel off, slipping off the sleeve of the uninfected arm and then doing the same with the damaged arm—but much slower. Emmitt was distracted, reading a book; he hummed a cheerful tune before finally turning around.
“Whatever it is, it couldn’t be as gross as the time you broke your—Oooh. Oh no. Oh wow,” Emmitt replied. He put both hands over his mouth. “How?”
Emmitt walked closer to her and lifted her cracked arm. He began to analyze it further: he made disgusted and then curious faces; he then began to look up at her face and noticed the same cracks near her eye. He said a quick, “May I?” and Jioni nodded. He then proceeded to lift her braids and reveal her missing ear.
Jioni couldn’t feel his hands, not on her arm or face, but she did feel a sense of embarrassment. She continued to look down and distracted herself by kicking her feet.
