[Good thing Nate has a strong stomach. The sound of the doctor's arm popping back into place is pretty gross, but at least it's just a sound and not accompanied by viscera.

Nate steps back, ready to reverse course and help out again if Adrien needs it or starts to pass out or something, but he really does look better. He relaxes, crossing his arms over his chest and still not looking especially happy.]

Yeah, we have. I was with her the day she was first injured—I know how bad it was, I just didn't think she still faced any danger from it.

[If he had, he'd have insisted she get it taken care of long ago. Why does she have to be so stubborn? It's both an attractive quality and a serious flaw.]

Are you going to have to put her under when you do the surgery?