Ianto kept his hand on Sulu's cheek, not moving it for a few moments for fear that if he let go, he just might send Sulu toppling over, he seemed so unsteady in that moment. He bit his lip again, stroking Sulu's cheek with his thumb for a few moments, before nodding. He didn't have to question whether Sulu's shoulder was dislocated or not. One look at it, seeing as how the other man wasn't wearing a shirt, was enough to be able to tell.

"You might have flipped it off, but it was me that it was trying to defend. Me that it had taken an interest in. If... If that hadn't happened, then maybe we could've spent the last night there in relative peace. And not... Not with you like this. I... God, I've said it already, but. Really. I am so sorry about all of this. I... I really owe you. Seriously, anything. Just name your price, I'll gladly do it for you."

Ianto shifted, moving to sit beside Sulu, instead of in front of him, moving to gently take the hand of the injured arm in his, bending it up so that Sulu's arm made a 90 degree angle, between the forearm and upper arm. He stroked the back of Sulu's hand, knowing that this was going to probably hurt a lot, but make Sulu feel a lot better after he'd done it. "Are you ready for this?" Ianto asked, knowing that no one was really ready for pain, but asking anyway.