He had nothing,—nothing but common sense, and his professional knowledge, and Nature's simplest remedies. He went out quietly and got cold water and soft linen, and bathed the throbbing forehead and then laid the wet bandage on it.
"That is nice," she said softly. "What a trouble I am to you!"
"Oh, frightful!" he smiled, as he changed the cloth for a fresh one. "You see how I resent it. Has the arm been hurting?"
"It hurts at times, but my head is the worst, and I feel bruised all over."
"But no more breakages?" he asked anxiously.
"I don't think so, just bruised and stiff and sore."
He hesitated for a second. She was so very much more to him than simply a patient.
"Will you let me remind you that I am a doctor? The very best cure for all that is gentle rubbing. If you will allow me I will undertake to reduce the pains by one half."
"Then please do, Doctor, for I ache in every bone."
And he drew off all her blankets but one, and through it proceeded to massage the aching limbs, and had never in his life found greater enjoyment in his work. He even ventured to treat the throbbing head in the same way, drawing his fingers soothingly over the white forehead and up into the masses of her hair.