<strong>Madison~ 'If I had two crotches I'd be screwed. Wait- that already happened</strong>Camel udder. Her ankle resembled a camel's udder. Madison groaned as the doctor lifted her foot and moved it every which way, occassionally wincing when it moved to a tender spot. In just a few words she had been saved from dancing for a week and sentenced to crutches. This wouldn't be the first time she had used them, sprained ankles had been commonplace whenever she would run from her enraged father.    With some effort Madison managed to maintain a straightface as Goody tried to give English lessons to the raghead. When her eyes met with the doctor's she gave him a look that read, 'see what I put up with?' She slid off the table with Moussad's help, balancing on one foot until the crutches were safely placed under her arms. "It's Madison! There's no for in my name," she growled before following the Arab out of the storage closet. "No stairs."