[After much convincing, Ivar had finally been talked into seeing someone to help. Of course, the doctor he would end up seeing is Shigeru. He's putting up a brave front and hiding the pain well. After all, he's in constant pain every day of his life. What's a few more stabbing bits of agony going to hurt?]
I'm fine. [Now that's a bald-faced lie. Ivar's skin color has gone a curious mixture of grey and green. Even if it weren't for the obvious break, it would be clear he's in a lot of trouble.] Besides, I've had worse before. [That was true enough. Ivar has broken both his legs before, and in a time before real medical care or anesthesia, trying to set them was one of the worst experiences of his life.]
It's perfect!
I'm fine. [Now that's a bald-faced lie. Ivar's skin color has gone a curious mixture of grey and green. Even if it weren't for the obvious break, it would be clear he's in a lot of trouble.] Besides, I've had worse before. [That was true enough. Ivar has broken both his legs before, and in a time before real medical care or anesthesia, trying to set them was one of the worst experiences of his life.]