Not surprising input. Her stare at the tablet is long, not at all to do with judgment and instead wholly spent trying to work through the pang it sends through her. Wrestle up more words of her own.

And, of course, slowly reach up to stroke his hair anyway.

"You get hit by a car and taken to a hospital, you don't sit there thinking 'I'm not appreciating the doctor', do you? No. Would anybody ever imagine expecting that of you? No. It's the right thing to do, to help, and if there's thanks to be had it can happen later, once the injured person's back in working order. You don't have to appreciate it right now. You just have to breathe, and feel a little better, and let me do what little I can do."