Getting up off the table he shoved it towards her so he could prop her foot up onto it with a pillow, tossing the ice right down on it. It was cold, the ice hadn't even started to melt.
In a flash he was gone to the bathroom peeling off his leather jacket onto the floor. He came back into the living room with the giant first aid kit which he dumped on the couch beside her. He sat back down on the table with her foot propped, peaking under the ice to see if it had made any change.