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can I get use of them back maybe?" Flexing his hands he tried to show the man what he meant. Working them feebly, barely getting them half closed.
    The doctor didn't tell him that it would all be normal again, but he sounded hopeful about him regaining most, maybe even all normal use of them. Enough for playing video games and... other things young men were known for.
    Brian gave him a look. "Dude... I'm lying here asking you if I'm crippled for life and you make a masturbation joke?" He smiled after about ten seconds, it hurt on the right side still, but he did it anyway. A small snort escaped him. "Funny! Well, it can't be that dire then, can it? As long as all the important things come back. After all, that's pretty much my love life we're talking about."
    They were both laughing when the woman that gave him food - and might be beaten by the police - came in. His head had cleared enough that he realized that had been a hypothetical beating not a real one. She smiled when she saw them talking so happily.
    The doctor he'd been talking to excused himself, his smile leaving suddenly, replaced by a more professional look and nodded to the woman as he passed her on the way to the door murmuring, "Doctor Tull" as he passed. The woman, wearing a pale pink dress today with a tan sweater over the top called the man Doctor Richards and moved past him toward Brian with an intense focus.
    "Mr. Yi? I don't know if you remember me, my name's Diane Tull..." Her hair had streaks of gray in the sandy blond he saw now that his head had cleared a little, and she wore gold wire-rimmed glasses that either she hadn't before or that had been there the whole time and he just hadn't noticed. Drugs, at least the good kind they'd been giving him, apparently could do that. Make you not see what was really there.
    He smiled. "The woman the police were coming to torture in my place?" Brian made his voice wry, feeling more than a bit embarrassed about the whole thing. "I'm sorry about that... Obviously I get the hypothetical now, I was just really out of it at the time. I blame the drugs personally. You know so I don't have to accept responsibility for looking like a total freak like that? It's a good plan, don't you think? Though talking about it like this now probably shows a little too much insight to really sell that one."
    The woman grinned. "Don't let it worry you. It was actually kind of touching to tell the truth, nice to know that someone would try to protect me like that, even if they weren't really coming for me." She asked if it would be all right for her to sit, since they had some things to talk about.
    He gestured to the chair, a soft looking cloth covered thing with a thick tan cushion on the seat and a shiny silver metal frame. It must have been there the whole time, people had been sitting after all, Lancaster the government agent had been in a few times, this lady, and Ken the nurse who'd come and read to him, even if he couldn't recall what the man had said. Something about a woman named Gwen stuck in another world? Just having someone there had made him feel better.
    As she sat he spoke again. "We need to talk? Are you sure? Every time a woman in my life has said that it meant that we were breaking up." He tried to keep his face straight as he teased the woman gently. "If that's the case I promise I can fix whatever it is I've done wrong. I'll be more romantic and lose weight, I promise."
    Brian managed to keep his face deadpan for a while as the woman chuckled and then winked at him.
    "Just the opposite in a way, Brian. I actually think we should start seeing a lot more of each other..." Her own face had lost expression, but she watched him closely. He knew his eyes had gotten wide.
    Really it was the best offer he'd had in almost two years... She was older than him, a trace of wrinkles around the edges, thin... but cute enough. Given that she'd seen him beaten up so much when she'd seen him each time, she must be a saint to even