[Each time he glances back at her, she gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze of reassurance and casts him a warm smile. She knows what she's doing, after all, though his is the worst case of this kind that she can recall seeing in all her years working in medicine.

Time wears on while she works, occasionally humming a few soft bars of a tune or answering any questions that he puts to her, and it's almost half an hour of firm yet careful pushing and massage before she's satisfied that she's done as much as she can with her present supplies. Still, she's learned a lot in this short time and she's confident that the next time she sees him she'll be able to do much more.

At least, for now, the majority of his pain would be relieved]

Stand up, if you would.