"It's no use wasting precious time talking about it.

You are alive.

You are breathing; and no matter how badly your bones are broken, what are great surgeons for but to fix you up and make you well again?
You promise me that you'll just grit your teeth and hang on when we hurt you, for we must start with you as quickly as it can be done.

I don't know what has been the matter with me.

Here's good time wasted already." "Oh, Angel!" moaned Freckles, "I can't! You don't know how bad it is.
I'll die the minute you are for trying to lift me!" "Of course you will, if you make up your mind to do it," said the Angel.
"But if you are determined you won't, and set yourself to breathing deep and strong, and hang on to me tight, I can get you out.