"Shh." She strokes his hair, smoothing it back, and kisses his tears, mingling them with her own. She touches him lightly with her trembling hands, on his face and shoulders and chest, almost feeling to make sure he's wrole, almost reassuring herself that he's there. She cools his cheeks with her fingers and tries to force herself to breathe more calmly, rubbing her own tears away only distractedly. "Don't... Not yet. Just... just you breathe baby... just... you hold on to me." And it;s just as much because she can't process what he's saying right now as it is because her nurse's instinct compels her to try to calm him down first so he doesn't make himself ill.