[she listens, impassively, as she takes out the broken stitchwork, wipes the blood away, threads the needle to start again, and begins her stitches. true to her word, the pain should have faded, and what he'll feel is no more than an odd tugging as she works.]

I have been doing my job. But ordinarily, my job isn't actively undermined by someone looking for a peculiar sort of thrill. If that's your aim, then know there are ways to achieve your satisfaction without reopening fatal injury. There is a way to do it sensibly - I'll put the blade in your hand and walk you through it directly if I have to, if it keeps you from toying with that life of yours.

[and that is her point, and even if he can't feel it, he'll know by her position that she's doing all that she needs to in order to stem the blood and fix him up again.]

You know what your body can take, but to gain those titles of yours, you've long since gone past what knowing what it should. And that is why I will not fully heal you right now, when you treat the life you said you'd give for me or any of the others so frivolously, as though it could be tossed away at any moment. Nothing else seems to be what would have you sit down and preserve yourself instead of running near death yet again.

[her tone is not entirely frosty, but it is stern, severe, and full of conviction. she can only talk like this because the clinic is her territory, where her rules and her methods aren't to be questioned. she's seen this time and time and time again - except usually, it's from those who know their deaths will be overturned, herself included.

so it's to protect him from himself, in the end.]

You don't only need a doctor when you're on the brink. You have one that will look to you before that, far before, because I care about seeing you alive and well. I don't want to see you die. So I deny you, for that very reason.