"It'll be all right," she said, in her best soothing bedside manner voice. "Thank you." She scooted back on the bed to get her legs up. Not very dignified, but then, neither was tripping over nothing.

"It's only twisted," she continued, bending her knee carefully to examine the ankle. "We just need ice, to keep the swelling down, and then heat. There are towels in the bathroom -" she pointed, and then caught herself. Giving orders, like he was one of the nurses working under her in Sickbay.

"Please," she added, smiling.