A simultaneous answer of yes/no rang within the room. They then both looked at each other, Adam in irritated frustration, and Bruce in his snarky grin. "Come on mate, I'm just lookin' out for ya'. Yer little weedy little baby legs clearly can't carry both of us." Adam clutched the covers of the bed in anger. By now, he had felt like his strength was slowly getting back to him. In a more forceful tone than before, Adam snapped at Bruce. "Can you please just shut the fuck up for one minute?!"
Bruce's expression became that of slight surprise and confusion. He then put his hands up in mock surrender and said, "Alright, mate. 'Ave it your way. I was just tryin' to be friendly..." On the word 'friendly' his claw went down to pinch Adam's lower spine as hard as possible. He bit his lower lip as he did so (if you can call it a lip), and Adam began to holler in pain. He jerked as the nerves got to him, flinging himself onto the floor. Bruce's grip did not let up, as the sharp claws dug deeper into his skin, scraping against the bone. Adam kicked and flailed around on the floor, trying very hard to get Bruce off of him, which he would have known, if the intense amount of pain did not make him lose sight of what was rational. Bruce's left hand twirled around in the air, rodeo style, like he was riding a bucking bull, while the right continued to pinch even harder.
Snap.
Bruce had crushed Adam's spine right in front of Dr. De Note. Adam's legs immediately stopped moving, and he began screaming even harder than he just was. As his screams quickly reduced to sobbing, Bruce merely said, crossing his arms, "I think he'll need help walkin' now."