Norah held Zeke's wrist with both hands. She moved her hands up and down Zeke's wrist until she found what she was looking for, and then she gave it a firm twist. There was a small pop, and Zeke gasped in pain again. She let go of his hand and asked, "How does it feel now? Is it better?"

Slowly flexing his wrist, Zeke was amazed. He felt no pain. "Are you a doctor? You fixed my hand so quickly. Thank you very much, I really appreciate it."

He then stood up with his guitar and muttered, “Were I not afraid of another beating, I would have fought back."