Story of Christine
"Silver Head," Professor Atticus snapped. "Take Max to the infirmary this instant. Then wink in Doctor Hills from the Fourth and tell him to deaden the pain, set the bone, cast it—what have you. We'll follow you and have our discussion there. Chop-chop!"
Silver Head rolled to his left, got stuck, then grunted as he tried rolling to his right. His body slipped off the pillow, his arms and legs flailing as he tried to find the leverage he needed to stand up. "Good grief, would someone give me a hand, please?"
Machina entered the room, wiping her hands on her shirt and chewing on something. "What's this?" she asked. "There's a ruddy bowling square loose, there is! Someone snatch it up before it breaks a vase!"
"Oh, go on and make jokes, then," Silver Head said, lying on the floor as his body stayed stagnant. "Poor Master Max only has a severely broken arm—no big deal."