There's a certain rhythm to suturing, when it comes down to it. Not too tight, not too loose; not too deep, and not too shallow.

Kim's good at it, but then she's had a lot of experience very recently.

"I'll be done soon," she mutters, stitching as quickly and as neatly as she can, focusing all her attention on the wound to the near-exclusion of everything around her. "I know it hurts."