Matt had been in tough situations. And he'd felt sick while in them, too. But never quite like this, he thought, as he let go of the random woman he'd been kissing only to be tossed against a brick wall, then away from it, and then tossed again. Just in time to see a wheelchair hit a woman head on. The one she'd been holding didn't seem to be awake either.
Matthew, ignoring the pain of being thrown against a wall twice in two minutes, and the minor bleeding from the forehead, crawled over to them and tried to move the chair away from the first woman. He slapped her cheeks very softly, trying to wake her up. "Hey! It's alright. It stopped." He said into her hear, so she'd have more chances at listening through the screams and shouts of the crowd. Matt had no idea what he was saying, confusion was settling in now, but he had to do something. He briefly wondered where Lynne might be, too.