No one would ever accuse Logan of being sensitive, but he had at least the decency this time to help ease her into a sitting position. He was beside her now, one armed around her back and resting on her healthy shoulder. It might have been an uncomfortable kind of proximity were they not both already accustomed to holding hands by now. Even so, playing doctor wasn't what he'd signed up for.

"Ya know, darlin'. Yer real pretty when yer tryin' to act tough."

It was a comment he did not expect her to appreciate. But that was the point. The very moment he could see a response preparing to roll off the tongue, he placed his hand against the injured shoulder, braced her other half against him, and pushed hard. It was a sort of kindness to do away with any kind of countdown, but not one for which he expected to be thanked.