Can you imagine Dr. Park? Head of orthopedic surgery. The big shark of orthopedics. Park, the shark. Dating someone with hypermobility and ligamentous laxity? Like, I can see his stress.
"Love! Love! Love!" Brendon knew what was coming as soon as he heard the sound of her running through the house. "Look! I can dislocate my finger!" Brendon saw her make a simple movement, where the metacarpal simply came out of the metacarpophalangeal joint. And back with a loud POP!
"Why?! Why do you do that?!" He asks, taking her hand and giving it a few kisses as if it would make things better.
"It didn't!"
"Well, it should!" He replies, opening one of the drawers in his office and taking out his collection of splints and immobilizations (which he bought just for her). "Want to wear the splint again?"
"No..." She says, her happiness going down the drain.
"Then don't dislocate your fingers, please."
"Why are you sitting like that?" He asked, seeing his girlfriend watching television in the most impossible position possible. One leg practically behind her head. Her right hand raised, her forehead under her right leg... Her torso twisted.
"It's the only position I'm comfortable in," she said as if it were abnormal.
"Honey, I don't think it's a good idea for you to do yoga..."
"My physical therapist said I should do physical activity! Strengthen my muscles so they can support my joints!"
"She meant some physical activity that involves strength! And not putting your leg behind your head for fun!!!"
"You're jealous because I can do this," she said before dislocating both shoulders at the same time. Brendon lost control of his breathing, starting to cough as he watched his girlfriend walk towards a wall and easily put her shoulders back in place.
"That doesn't prove the point you think it proves!" He said, watching her leave.
And, at the worst possible time:
"Oh shit! Harder!!!" She moaned, gripping the sheets and slamming her head against the pillow. Her knees were braced on the bed, and Brendon held her hips as he forced his body harder and harder against her.
He pushed harder.
And listened.
POP
"Shit, that was—"
"Damn it, Brendon?! Why did you stop?!!"
"Because your body moved out of place!"
"IT WAS JUST MY COCCYX! IT'LL GO BACK!"
"What?!"
"Brendon Park, if you don't keep fucking me in three seconds, I'm going to open the drawer and finish the job with the vibrator!"
"Tomorrow I'm taking you for an MRI... There's no way that noise was your coccyx!"
"FUCK ME ALREADY, BRENDON!"
(Clearly a story loosely based on me, because I have ligamentous laxity and hypermobility, hehehe)
