She gave it back and it took Nigel by surprise. "I know what I fucking need, darling." His head span, he was losing blood. "If you would like to help me, then fetch me a hot needle and thread." Nigel swallowed hard as his throat started to dry. He couldn't remember the last time he had been in a hospital. He dealt with any medical emergencies he had. Even the times he had been shot. "You don't need my name to do that."