David looked at Jimmy. "Hey. It's okay. I know. My dad is special. He can do m-" once again, David's voice was cut off. He groaned. This was really not the time for this. "What I mean is that my dad can help you. He's really good at it." He lifted up his own shirt to reveal that all of the bruises that he had before were now all gone. "see? I'm better now. And you can be too."
"Yeah. It'd be easier if he wasn't concussed." He squeezed her hand. "I hope he lets me help."
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