"Yeah," she whispered, her eyes tearing up when he didn't move or opening his eyes. She reached over and brushed her fingers over his cheek then nodded. "I'll fix it." She whispered, her stomach tight as she gently picked up his left hand and cupped it between both her hands.
She didn't know where else he was hurt, but at least she could take care of his hand, which she guessed was causing him the most pain. At least she could heal him and make him better physically. Or she thought she could, because even though she had her hands around his broken wrist, nothing seemed to be happening.