Sasha's voice caught in his throat, forming a barrier against itself that simply wouldn't go away. Michael was trying so hard, to make such a small movement... Surely there was a better way then this! But there wasn't. The intern settled down on the left side of the bed and reached out to put his hands around the other man's left leg. He glanced at Michael, a wordless warning of what he was about to do. He did wait a few moments, until he was sure his charge had gotten more used to the sensation of having moved his right leg.

The pale haired man shifted the limb with gentle care until it rested in the same position as the other. "Maybe it would be best if I moved your legs during the beginning. That way I can support them, and help your muscles along. " He moved a hand to cradle the other limb, and found himself supporting both metal bound legs with a soft touch. "It might not hurt ... quite as much?" Sasha knew the hopeful tone of his voice was wrong, but he did so want to be able to do something about the pain... Anything at all.