What started with a random number (BXB) (GAY)

Non-medical assistance

Crouched down in front of Emory, Red gently grabbed Emory's shoulder and applied slight traction as he pulled it farther downward to relieve tension in the joint. 

"Holy fucking shit," Emory complained, clenching his jaw as he dropped his head down, facing the ground as he hid his face, wincing as a burning ache with sharp flashes of pain shot through his arm. 

"Breathe, don't focus on your shoulder. Focus on me," Red responded shortly before externally rotating his shoulder, positioning the ball of the joint in front of the socket. 

As the pain increased, Emory grunted at the tension. Sharp pains continued to spread throughout his arm consistently. He brought his free hand up to his face, rubbing his hand across his eyes with gritted teeth. 

"Okay, I'm gonna push it back into place. It'll hurt for a second, but there'll be a lot of relief after. Just keep breathing for me, yeah?" Red explained, getting ready to relocate the shoulder completely. 

Emory didn't respond. Words didn't form in his mouth. He just nodded slightly, bracing for the pain that was bound to come.

Pushing the shoulder back into the socket caused very intense pain to rapidly spread across Emory's upper body, he groaned lowly as Red let go, still crouching in front of Emory, seemingly waiting for him to react to it. 

"Shit, mm- fuck," Was all Emory said. He kept his hand over his face, taking a slow intake of breath, trying to steady himself. 

"Look at me," Red stated, eyes glancing over Emory's face as it remained covered. 

Emory winced as he moved the hand of his previously dislocated shoulder to cover his face as well, now holding his head in his hands as he ignored Red completely. 

Red moved slightly closer, gently taking Emory's hands off of his face. Emory turned his head away, still refusing to look at Red. "Emory," Red started softly, letting his arms drop onto his knees. "Listen, you're okay, the worst of it is over." 

Exhaling shakily, Emory dragged a hand across his face, sniffling slightly as he cried. Although obvious, he still attempted to hide it, not wanting to seem weak or anything of the sort. 

"Hey," Red moved to the side of Emory, sitting on the curb next to him as he kept his eyes on him. "hey, you're alright, do you wanna stand up?" 

Emory shook his head, still facing the opposite direction, his chest falling up and down as it remained in sync with his inaudible crying. 

Staring for a few more seconds, Red wrapped an arm around Emory. He pulled him into him lightly, rubbing his thumb against Emory's uninjured shoulder. 

"I'm not," Emory started, sniffling before he continued. "I'm not crying." 

Red nodded sarcastically. "It's clear you are," He started, softening his tone as he went on. "I know I said not to, but you already are, so don't try and hide it. You're fine, you're gonna live. The pain will go down. Just try and breathe for me, Em." 

Pulling back from Red, Emory stood up off of the curb, running his arm across his eyes, wiping his tears off, even though it didn't make a difference as others fell after. 

As steady tears continued to fall on his face, Red stood up after him and took a few steps forward until he stood in front of Emory. He looked down at him, glancing over his pained expression as a pang of sympathy. 

He took another step forward and brought Emory into a hug, one hand on the back of Emory's head, fingers threaded through his hair, holding his face gently against his shoulder. The other hand was on Emory's back, rubbing up and down against it as he waited for Emory to calm down.