"Not this time, Greg." I chuckled as I brought the oil over and joined him on the bed, examining the leg closely and schooling my expression. It truly looked painful, but no more so then the wounds of soldiers I'd seen on the battlefield. Just as they had to endure in order to live, so must had Greg.

"How did this happen, if you don't mind my asking?" I poured a little of the oil into my hand to warm before I began to work on the abused limb.