She is pretty sure that if they were in public for two long that the both of them could explode. They want each other too much and both of them tend too have a hairpin trigger, it's too much for them to handle, they need an outlet and that's just not always possible in public.

Her hand is turning all kinds of black and blue and if there wasn't swelling then there would be some noticeable oddly shaped fingers. "Frak," because you shouldn't swear in front of doctors. She makes a face at her father when he mentions tantrums. "You should just put me in a padded room or maybe a padded ball pit," that would actually be really fucking cool. They should get a ball bit, it would be so much fun! They are really expensive too.

The doctor doesn't say anything about their theories on anger management, he is busy putting another order into the computer, this time for the swelling in her hand and a wrap for it as well. Those soft casts are actually pretty damn hard.

"If the breaks seem to be healing fine we'll continue with the soft cast and that will last about six weeks total. If she has to be switched to the hard cast we'll be looking about eight weeks total." And Salome groans madly, that is going to kill her. And she is thinking all sorts of things that she shouldn't say out loud and most of them don't slip through but she sort of slurs something like:

"It's going to be a bear to masturbate."

Indeed. Indeed.

Doctor Mcgraw coughs lightly to cover up a laugh or because there is something in his throat. "I'll give her a prescription for the next week and a half. The pain should tapper off by then if she is still in pain call in and I'll see about expanding it." The order for the prescription goes in as well and the doctor logs off.

"We'll get something for the swelling and then wrap her up so you can take her home."