"Sorry — should have thought... kind of hard to think."

And it's getting harder. The more she heals him, the more the shock fades and the pain starts to set in. Ryan grits his teeth, letting his hand fall back to his side. It's a pity he'd be afraid of losing his strength and dropping his phone in the open wound, because he'd really like to record this and examine it at a later date. A soft whimper escapes him despite his best efforts. He's tempted to try and sit up and check her progress, but he only needs to be scolded once to behave himself.