When the doctor found the wounded girl, she was clinging to a machine that had stopped working, with all sorts of parts filling her pocket. She took the girl back to her clinic and treated the wounds. Drops of sweat slowly rolled down the girl's cheek, but she remained silent and her hands didn't stop fiddling the machine. To the doctor, the way the girl was attached to the machine was very much like how she was attached to her patients who needed help. So the doctor did not try to comfort the girl nor did she nag her about being more careful; but rather, she sat down with her to give her a moment of peace.