It was rather obvious that Hakuba had trouble undressing, which made the therapist wonder slightly. Did he still get help from someone? Or was it because of the awkward situation here and perhaps more pain than usual today? It sure caused him to go perhaps a little more easy for today than he usually would. If things were this irritating.
While Hakuba scooted back onto the table, Kaito bent over, grabbing the trousers and casually folded them in half before he placed them on an extra chair. The brace followed right after and he disinfected his hands once more, rolling right next to the table, taking a good look. The skin seemed to have healed back together properly, no open wounds or complications he could see. What he did see though was that the injured thigh was distinctly slimmer than the other one, as to be expected after six weeks of not using the muscles.
“From the looks of it, I would say superficially the healing’s going well. The scar’s a good red which means circulation’s working properly. The haematoma is receding nicely as well. Your muscles are a little atrophied, but that was to be expected and we’ll be working on that.” He didn’t bother to colorfully describe common terminology, in Hakuba’s like of work they were just just the same.“I’m going to put my hands on your leg now.” He warned quietly before he gently, yet very assured, slid both of his hands onto the skin next to the scar. “If it hurts or the pressure’s getting uncomfortable, please tell me.” After another second of letting Hakuba become acustomed to his touch, he moved his hands along around the scars, feeling for temperature differences and changes in humidity. Then he used a little more pressure to feel the muscles beneath. “I’ll need some comparison.” Again, just a short warning before he moved one hand towards the other leg, doing the same things over.
“How’s this for you? Feeling any differences?” His gaze slid up to Hakuba’s face as it had been every now and then, judging the other male’s expression.
It hurt, that much was clear, and Hakuba did his best to stay calm and focused despite. His expression betrayed him, though– brows furrowed, face pinched in a grimace, and his fingers clenched and unclenched in anxious fervor.
“My right leg isn’t really in any pain at all,” he said, looking to his uninjured limb. “Just a little sore, though I expect that’s from putting so much weight on it all of the time these days… ah, the left one, though…”
The detective looked down at his offending leg again which, as Kaito had said, was healing remarkably well. Even so, the pain was the deep sort, and Hakuba bit his lip before attempting to explain it. “After all, the femur was fractured by the bullet… that’s… bound to cause some long-lasting pain, isn’t it? It’s normal… … … right?"