"How reassuring. It is troubling when one's doctor thinks you ought to be in pain." A chill runs through him and he attempts to fight it, clamping his jaw shut, but the reality is that the room is quite cold on his exposed legs and there isn't much he can do to combat that without outside help. His interest in his leg is actually rising; he has to take a breath before he speaks, and he wets his lips.

"It isn't gangrene," he says, just to confirm, just in case his hazy observations of Watson had steered him to the incorrect conclusion.