He caught her before that small body tumbled to the floor. She looked so soft and delicate, like the smallest touch would break her in half. Slipping off the couch he comfortably laid her across it, searching her apartment for a washrag and warm water. He patted her forehead with it, stroking his fingers through her hair while she peacefully lay without a sound. She looked so worn out.
When he was able to get a closer look at her face without movement he felt his heart swell. He noticed his hands started to shake while he waited impatiently for her to wake again. He stayed there by her side, humming softly while he continued to comb her hair.