Nothing else. [Straightens up, mechanical hands dropping the sponge back into the basin as Shelldon floats merrily away to dispose of the water and whatever else he does around the lab.] You're healing better than expected. You should be able to get back to regular training in a matter of weeks.

[...and that's it. Leo's fixed. As fixed as Donnie can make him, pending physical therapy of course.

All done. Job's finished.]