"I know," she mutters, patting his shoulder, watching his face as he slowly slips into a more calm state. "You showed me the x-ray, the last time we spoke. Don't worry, I won't be bothering him." She gently touches his stomach and then gets to work on the wound, stitching it up as swiftly as she can, taking the pain as she does, letting him sleep soundly. She isn't brave enough to take the entire wound (and she feels like a coward for it) but she can give him this. The stitches can heal.

She bites her lip in the process, holding back the pain with a shuddering breath.

But it's finished, she wraps him up, and places a hand on his cheek.

"Open your eyes now and look at me."