I kicked my right leg against the slope, feeling sure it wasn't broken. My knee exploded. Bone grated, and the fireball rushed from groin to knee. I screamed. I looked down at the knee and could see it was broken, yet I tried not to belive what I was seeing. It wasn't just broken, it was ruptured, twisted, ceushed, and I could see the kink in the joint and knew what had happend. The impact had driven my lower leg up through the knee joint.
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