Status Updates From Sucker-Punch

I am amazed at the research that has obviously gone into this story. Kudos.

“Here’s your MRI. You have a copy?”
This!!! This is what a GOOD healer should do. Finally.

"He was scrawny, covered in scars and tattoos, with Soviet stainless steel holding his teeth together." *giggles* that IS a good description!

[The dojo was in an unimpressive strip mall, with a plain beige door, but inside the air was cool and still, with the whisper of sandalwood and lemons.] the writings, people—the motherfucking writings: awesome three completely different ways in one sentence. 28 words. 28 words and I'm rushing back here to fanboi about it.

[Jesse looked at him, felt the way the air in the car seemed to change... something electrical seemed to happen to his body. Something electrical, something hard started softening in his chest, like warm caramel, some beautiful clarity filled his head...] this feeling is like coming home

[Corry sent him to the stadium to do wind sprints up and down the bleachers, then they sat down over lunch to review the training schedule. Corry was eating a Hoagie. The meat and pickled peppers and roasted tomatoes were sliding out of the bread, dripping olive oil and oregano all over the napkins. Jesse stared at it for a long moment, then ate his grilled salmon with some broiled squash on the side.] hilarious.

[The tea was perfect, clear and pale green, and he set the cup down on the bedside table and turned out the light. Not really lonely at all, and then he wondered who he was talking to. Who was he trying to convince? He curled up on his side, just for a moment let himself think of what it would feel like to have a messy, smiling boy curled up next to him.] omg the longingz all up in my guts u gaiz, srrssly

[Evan gave him a quizzical look. “I’m already happy, bud. That’s like my baseline state of being. Aren’t you?”] -__-

[“The hydro room doesn’t have see-through walls. Why don’t we do the therapy in there? And before next session I’ll figure out a place we can work in private.”] I have *audible gulp* ...a suggestion

[Jesse caught himself, but Evan was quicker, a strong arm around his waist holding him up. “I can help.”] *julio silently dies of feelz*

show me a man who can ignore a craving for delicious French fries, and I'll show you a man who can take over the world. beginning with my butthole. *lust*

the surgeon's a tacky cockfaced turdbucket hoor. dislike him SO HARD

“Me and you, it’s going to be magic, baby.”

Really? No one could say this in real life.

a PT wouldn't go get beer and pizza with a patient, let alone after their first visit

Using the term "my friend" a few too many times

short but cute.