Once the gauze was secured in place, Cole turned his attention to her arm. The bruises would be there for a while, but he wasn't sure if there was anything that could be done for them. Still, he caught her wince of pain, and he thought that her wrist might be sprained - if not broken. Damn... how were injured wrists treated?
"You're welcome. Your wrist - how badly does it hurt? How much can you move it?" Somehow his mind felt clearer inside rather than out in the hallway, but what he knew where his normal memories kept being interrupted by things that didn't make any sense at all.