Sally goes for the other arm. "George," she says politely in acknowledgment of the introduction, ignoring the fact that he called her "lady."
"You may jump from airplanes, but in my army, that's generally something done with a parachute, and you don't land sandwiched between a 300-pound man and the floor. So unless bad landings are a habit of yours and trauma like this is an everyday occurrence..."
She shakes her head. In her experience, paratroopers who make bad landings generally only do so on their last one.
"At any rate, throbbing with pain is a better state right now than not being able to feel anything. As long as you can still feel your extremities, you should be okay in the long run. I don't suspect you'd incur any organ damage, unless the guy drove into you elbow-first."
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"You may jump from airplanes, but in my army, that's generally something done with a parachute, and you don't land sandwiched between a 300-pound man and the floor. So unless bad landings are a habit of yours and trauma like this is an everyday occurrence..."
She shakes her head. In her experience, paratroopers who make bad landings generally only do so on their last one.
"At any rate, throbbing with pain is a better state right now than not being able to feel anything. As long as you can still feel your extremities, you should be okay in the long run. I don't suspect you'd incur any organ damage, unless the guy drove into you elbow-first."