[Oh, no, Claude, don't ask her to think about it. Ethlyn fumbles with the splint and the fabric for a moment. She shuts her eyes a moment, and then opens them again. Claude being in his pajamas means she has a good look at what's going on. She can see that it's not right, and it's starting to swell up. That's what injuries do.]

...Blood flows to the injury to start the repairs. It clots up around it and forms new bone, slowly, carefully, and that's why you put a cast on it. [As she speaks, she begins to splint his arm, carefully, knowing that it will hurt.] You have to keep it still. You don't want complications later if the bone heals wrong.

[There's something else she should be doing. She's sure of it. It's a big hole in what she's doing, as gaping wide as the ceiling that isn't there. She doesn't know what it is--she can't figure it out.]

How does that feel?