The medicine did indeed kick in, significantly lessening the pain but not completely as he watched her switch out the supplies until she was satisfied. His eyes turned towards Callan, who didn't look particularly pleased when Iris addressed him. His gaze switched nervously between Iris and Callan, he knew what was coming next. She would have to set it and he vaguely remembered what that felt like from before. Eventually he settled his gaze onto Callan, nodding obediently. He chewed his lip as she felt around, somewhat relieved that he could tolerate the attention. After all bumping it just a few minutes ago had been terrible. He listened as she spoke but he kept his eyes on Cal rather than watching her mess with his broken ankle. He didn't mind being coddled just then, though Carter sometimes told him he was a baby about these things. That also meant he saw Callan's expression at her words, not that he had time to comment. Iris was quick about setting it and with the medicine it was much less painful than he remembered, but even so he jerked with a sharp gasp as tears sprang to his eyes.<br/><br/><br/>He took a deep breath staring up at the ceiling while she finished wrapping it.<br/><br/><br/>"Yeah… I'm alright," he finally spoke, sitting up to look at his ankle once Callan let him up.<br/><br/><br/>"Thank you," Iris had done a good job even if she was a bit frightening, "sorry we made you rush out here," he added as she finished up.