Lita nodded at Sol, grateful for his offer of help.
"That's brave of you," she remarked, moving to stand in front of Torrie. "Better watch how's she's holding on to you, though. Wouldn't want her ripping off any hands or fingers. Without those, whose going to sign all those TPS reports?"
Lita smiled and then turned her attention to Torrie.
"I'm going to roll up your sleeve," Lita said, her voice a lot more calm and even than she actually felt. "And take a look at what you got going on here."
She's no stranger to providing medical care for friends, acquaintances, hell, even people who downright despised her. But, Torrie was different. Lita couldn't pin down exactly what they were to each other, if anything, anymore. As she examined her former friend's arm, taking note of the deformation, bruising and swelling of the affected area, Lita couldn't help but be reminded of happier times between them. Getting coffee in the caf, drinking the disgusting UMCB kitchen wine in Lita's apartment, going up to the roof and looking out over Austin. Now, she was just another surly patient in pain and Lita simply her doctor. Lita placed her hands on Torrie's arm and shoulder, instructing Sol where and how to hold his sister.
"Alright, Tor, we're going to go on three," Lita said bracingly. "It's going to hurt like hell but you're going to go from a zero on the happy scale to about a three. Which isn't perfect, but I'm a doctor not a magician. Okay, on three. One, two..."
Lita didn't wait until three. She made eye contact with Sol, nodded, and on two and started a slow, steady pull until she heard and felt the satisfying clunk of the shoulder falling back into place.