In all honestly, Francis had been amazed that he didn't mess up. Or faint. Or run from the room crying like a little girl. With a little help from the doctor overseeing him, he'd managed to set Arthur's arm and patch it up pretty well actually. Another doctor did the cast of course, but at least he had done something!
But... he did feel bad for the amount of pain Arthur had gone through and because of that, he had made some soup for the Brit the night before, reheating it before he started back to the hospital and up to Arthur's room. Peeking through the door, he smiled weakly and showed the thermos full of hot soup, slipping into the room quietly.
"Ahh... Mr. Kirkland," he greeted quietly. "I just thought you might... like some food other than hospital food, oui?"