The Doctor set down the pen, he smoothed out his paper, and from his seat at the desk he craned his neck to face the Cajun, to take in that panic. Gingerly, his hand came out to press atop the other one. "I'm fine, Remy. They're just trying to rile you up. They're only saying what they know is going to upset you."
He squinted. "Hands heal, Remy." Eyes traced the other's throat, he saw that there, Remy. What had you been up to? Though, he stayed mute, letting his eyes stray there just long enough to allow the Cajun to see that he'd noticed.
"I'm fine. You're fine. We'll be out of here soon." He pulled his hand away took up the pen again and went back to work.