Sam kept his distance until he really did feel up to moving, which only took a little bit longer because of the strain that he'd put his body through. He had to be ever ready, even on the ball, because the risk was high that no matter what happened, he'd always end up taken advantage of in his moments of weakness.

He'd learned that one early.

But for now he crept closer, moving very carefully to crouch beside Eliot.

"I'm going to set the bone back into place first. It'll help it heal sooner, and be more comfortable for you in the long run."

The case of tools were on the ground beside him where he'd fallen, and Sam fetched out the bar gag from inside, giving it the slightest wave in front of Eliot's nose.

"Do you want something to bite down on, or would you prefer to scream?"