Kaito hadn’t expected a reaction to his condolences. He was well aware that some people preferred not to talk about it. He himself had kept it that way for a very, very long time. So he moved on as well, without trying to pry any further information about the woman out of the blonde. He reacted again on the note of the tunnel vision and nodded.
“It’s not unusual for people to underestimate their own injuries. The adrenaline and panik in situations as such surpress the pain. Nature’s way of ‘better worse off than all dead’.”He then scribbled down a few things Hakuba used to describe the pain as well as the fact he couldn’t put much weight on it, the stiff feeling and finally he also scribbled a note along the frame to reread the files from the previous therapy. Mainly to avoid the same techniques if they didn’t help. He lightly frowned at the words that it apparently got even worse. But he showed no sign of disbelief, it rather made him curious what could have lead to that.
PAIN MANAGEMENT he wrote down in capital letters at the bottom frame of the sheet, then he looked up again grinning right back. “I could imagine KID would be considerate enough not to overexert you.” Then he laughed. “That would be a heist I’d love to see. I haven’t been to any in a while.”
“But on with this for now, I’d like to talk about the pain a little more detailed.” And with that the questions became a little less open. Showing Hakuba the body chart as well, he made sure to draw in every injury he had and especially still felt, asking for older ones, too. Then he reached for details such as how the pain would feel, how close to the surface or deep it was, if it was constant or movement related or both and how severe he would rate each painful spot and if they showed any relation to each other. He’d also ask which activities Hakuba tried to decrease the pain, which worked and when it would increase, how it changed throughout the day and the week and he let Hakuba repeat which medication he really took and how regularly. During all this Kaito kept writing it down in short notes, abbreviations and symbols.Finally though, he turned the sheet back over. “Alright, that has been a lot of technical information now. Let’s ease it off with a bit social talk again. Have you still been doing Judo or have you been into any other hobbies that might have been stopped or gotten difficult due to the injury?”
It was difficult to answer the questions as vaguely as it seemed required. Hakuba wanted to give specific answers with a statistical analysis, but he simply didn’t have the data. So much had happened in such a short period of time that he felt fairly helpless as he supplied what information he could: It ached, the pain radiated, he could feel it all the way up and down his leg, into his hip. Despite his knee not actually sustaining direct injury, he had difficulty bending or flexing it, and it felt an awful lot like the kneecap, he thought, were being pulled apart from the inside out.
He pointed out his other points of injury on the chart, as well. Cracked ribs that had more or less healed, but still hurt from time to time; a small concussion at his temple that had only left a faint mark. Bruises here and there, road rash on his back, on his opposite thigh.
“Judo?” Hakuba asked, smirking at Kaito with a tilt of his head. “God, I’ve never been good at martial arts, no. I always did fencing, jogging, tennis… that sort of thing. But I can’t do any of that now, no.” He laughed, shifting a little on the table as if just talking about it were making the pain worse. “I mostly hobble around on these crutches and sit in a recliner to work… So, everything has become more difficult.”
Then he hesitated, wondering if he should bring up the other factor, biting his lip. It would come out eventually, wouldn’t it? No. Not yet. He went back to KID instead of the kid. “I certainly hope Kaitou-san plays nicely… though I sincerely doubt I’ll be able to attend any heists any time soon. Can you just imagine…? Crutches and all… god, it would be so ridiculous.”
