Re: OTA
CJ could care less about his nice clothes, she was more important than clothing. They weren't all that nice anymore anyway. He pressed the sleeve gently against her head and used his fingers in an attempt to wipe the rest of the blood from the side of her face where it had dripped down. He wiped his hand on his pants and tried to keep his expression neutral so he wouldn't frighten her with looking grossed out by all the blood. Jesus. Shit. And Mary too. They had to be there somewhere, right? It was a goddamn tragedy for fuck's sake.
He nearly had a flippin' heart attack when she tried to get up. "Christ, Savannah!" he barked, not meaning for his voice to sound quite so harsh and unwilling to admit to the level of worry he was experiencing. With his hands gently on her arms, he forced her back down though it didn't take a lot of effort. She was obviously in no shape to run off in search of her siblings. "I told you not to move." He softened his tone, his green eyes filled with blatant concern. He touched her face, his way of offering comfort; human contact to let her know he was there and not going anywhere even if he wasn't who she really wanted at the moment.
"I'm sure Samantha is just fine. She's probably got someone looking out for her just like you do." He smiled. "Right now we need to take care of you and later we'll find your sister." He pressed the material back over her head and leaned to softly kiss her cheek.
Where the fuck was help? He wasn't willing to wait that much longer.