Nic looked up at Quinn gratefully. "Thanks. I'll be okay." His voice was strained with pain, but when he was called on he tried to get to his feet. "Yeah. I can... take a look at it at least." He straightened, stumbling over to where the professors were. Before he could get there, though, his arm was ripped with pain again. "Aghh... I'm not going to be able to do anything like this. I need my arm.... Can someone help me pop it back into place?"