"Don't be daft, Rodney," Carson said as he took the other man's wrist to check his pulse. "You're not going to die. Just breath."
Unfortunately, his calling out to the woman who was nearby just ended up setting him off again. Carson sighed softly, wishing he had some sedatives with him because it was quite likely that was the only way he was going to get Rodney to calm down.
Although it appeared that his words actually had the desired effect, even if he hadn't meant to slip like that.
"Aye...I did," he said softly just before Rodney suddenly got defensive again. "Oh for crying out loud, Rodney. I'm not going to--."
The woman had reached them by then and was asking who they were. Between her and Rodney, Carson was starting to feel a headache coming on. This wasn't heaven. This was hell.
"I'm sorry, but I don't where your friends and family are," he told her after taking a deep breath. Reaching up, he started to rub Rodney's back, hoping to at least start calming him down. "My friend and I don't know why we're here either. We just sort of...appeared. My name is Carson Beckett. This is Rodney McKay. We were hoping we might be able to get some answers over where those buildings are."