"The neck hurts less," he said, just as if I'd asked.

"How am I going to prove that some woman's neck doesn't hurt when she has three doctors who say it does?"

Her neck would hurt for a month from having her chin on her shoulder so long.

"I can walk around while I'm typing and lie in bed so my back and neck don't hurt," he said.

On top of all that, my neck was hurting again.

He can barely bend his legs, and his neck hurts, too.

He looked up, turning his head in a curious sideways manner as if his neck hurt him.

Even if I'd known the neck hurt less, I wouldn't have offered it.

"I banged my knee and my neck hurts like hell."

As it was, his head and neck had never, ever hurt so much.