Hunter prepared himself when Shana grabbed hold of his broken leg and clenched his teeth as hard as he could, gripping onto the sides of the table as the pain became immense in his leg once Shana began to work on it, shifting it and resetting it. Sweat rolled down his face as the intense concentration on not yelling out increased. He didn't want any enemies to find them while they were vulnerable like this. Once Shana was done, he breathed out in short ragged breaths, his leg throbbing painfully.<br/><br/>"Thanks, you should create time travel and go back in time and show them how torture should have really been done, bloody hell"<br/><br/>He took several more breaths, trying to steady himself. Looking down at the sides of the table he found that he had crumpled them with his grip in his efforts.