Brooke forgot all about the possibility of trickery as she saw the genuine pain on Chad's face, and she quickly knelt beside him, her eyes full of concern as she watched him hold his arm, the pose reminding her of how someone might treat a limb if it was broken.  She cringed inwardly, suddenly struck by the thought that it might feel as if it really<em>were</em>broken.<br/><br/>"How... how are we supposed to fix this?" she said out loud, not really asking him, sure he didn't know, her fingers hesitating above one of the tentacle things, afraid to tuch him and hurt him more, but wanting to do something to help.  She felt the prickle of tears in her own eyes at seeing him hurting so much, feeling frustrated and helpless, and more than a little angry.  Other than clenching her fists in an attempt to keep from voicing the feeling, knowing it wouldn't help, she didn't show any sign of it.  She could be angry at the situation when Chad was all right again, but until then she had to figure out a way to help him, although she didn't have the slightest idea of what it would be.