Her hands move fast, threading the needle and getting into position. She's down on her knees beside the table with a face full of determination. Christine will make this as quick as possible because the less blood he loses, the better.

Hopefully he doesn't take notice of her peeling away one edge of the gauze to poke the needle in, what with how tight he's gripping the table. While he focuses on redirecting his pain, she makes a quick stitch and pulls the thread tight to pull the skin back together.

"Nearly done," she says, though it's a little white lie. She's only just begun, but it's better he think the worst is nearly over.