He concentrated on the girl’s face.  She looked . . . peaceful.  As soon as she’d stopped talking, she’d stopped coughing, which was an improvement.  He watched as the nurse tugged the left side of the girl’s johnny open, and whistled in surprise at the giant bruise just under her armpit.  Even through the lifejacket, he thought.  I hit her harder than I meant to.  No wonder my shoulder’s messed up.