"We'll get it out," Jackson told her. It was really goddamn sad that he was looking forward to getting a splinter out, but at least he could be of some use.

He slapped gloves on as he headed back her way, grabbing a tray as he went. "Want somethin' to numb the pain? It shouldn't take me more than a couple'a seconds." He didn't figure she was the type, but you never knew.