( rita all but yanks herself back and, well — damn, there goes the rough plan of pretending to count to three, and shoving her nose back into place at one. )

I have to reset it, Rita. If we don't, it might heal like that — ( the crushed, flattened, oddly angled mess that's gonna be a mess even without the current bruising and little bit of blood. ) — and you might never breathe right again. It'll hurt for a minute but just — please. Trust me.