"Yeah," George said, picking her up carefully and trying not to put anymore pressure on her burned skin. "Of course I did."
Once he had her more or less secure, he had an entirely new dilemma. What in the hell was he going to do? She wasn't actually on fire, so it wasn't as though pouring water on her would help. Although being in water might make the burns less painful. George considered it as he set her down carefully back on the couch.
"I'm going to go get you a glass of water, okay?" he said, brushing a sweaty lock of hair away from her eyes. He'd borrowed some the non-opiate painkillers from Sebastian (he was feeling very paranoid about opiates these days) and figured they would at least take the edge off. "I'll be right here."