(I know, it just kinds of sounds like he stuck his hand inside his chest and grabbed his ribcage.)"What the hell did you do!" Callabine exclaimed.
He washed his mouth out first. "I reset my ribs, I couldn't cough that stuff up until I did." He shook his head. "I blame you for that one... nearly rolling out of bed."
(It kind of sounds like Illy reached into his abdomen.)
"What do you mean?" Callabine asked.
(No he pushed up under his rib where the diaphragm is and thrust his fingers up on the outside of his skin)
"Its an old trick I was taught many years ago ..... oh you mean..." He coughed a little more, but nothing came up. "You almost rolled out of bed in the hospital. I caught you... then you woke and shoved me. It just knocked my ribs back out of alignment.. and that 'bullet' you called it, must have dislodged and worked its way in.... I don't really blame you dear... I mean Callabine."
"Call me 'dear' again and you will need more than a rib alignment," Callabine muttered darkly.