“I didn’t mean it,” Amelia gasps, looking down at Ian and tugging his arm to pull him to his feet.
“Owwww!” Ian shouts, howling even louder.
“Just leave him!” Victor says, shooting her a dirty look and crouching down beside his boy. “Are you okay, Ian?”
“My shoulder,” Ian sniffs, “it really hurts.”
“Can you sit up?” Victor gently helps him into a sitting position and then gently probes his right shoulder with his fingers. “Yeah, it’s dislocated, buddy. I’m going to pop it back in, but it’s going to hurt a little. Can you be brave?”
Ian sniffs but nods his head. Victor takes a moment positioning the arm and then gives it a sharp yank. Ian howls louder for a moment and then tests his arm, smiling. “Okay,” he says. “That feels better.”
“You have to go gentle with it,” Victor says, tu
