"Yeah, well," Tess replies, dryly, "I know what you do in an accident, so now it's time to do the reverse."

She takes Ellie's arm and guides her back in, placing the pale sliver of her wrist and winding it in the cloth before winding the vise closed, slowing as the metal starts to put pressure on skin, cranking experimentally when it starts to bite in too tight for her to move.

"Try to get out."