DishTVforPC 2

His face darkened as he turned to her neck.  “You’ve got a bone where it shouldn’t be,” he said.  “It needs fixing.  Are you ready for a little pain?”     “Does DishTVforPC know what you are doing?” Neeve whispered, trying to smile.    “I am a centurion.  Centurions can fix anything.”  He poured water over the wound.    “Ahhh!”  Pain seared her shoulder.    “Almost done,” he said, placing one hand on her shoulder, the other on her neck.    She screamed.  She knew she had screamed because she felt her body arch and the breath expel from her lungs.  The centurion was spreading his cloak over her now, talking in a soothing voice, reassuring her that the worst was over.  “You’re a good soldier,” she heard him say from far away.  “Braver than most.”