Re: OTA
For a second there she looked like she might try to fall asleep on him. Fuck that. Sleep was bad for a person with a head injury. He might not be a genius but he knew that much. No sleep until she was with someone who knew what the fuck they were doing. He continued to gently stroke her cheek in an effort to keep her alert. Well fuck, alert was asking for a lot. Semi-conscious might be a better goal. She could get as whack as she wanted with her words, as long as she was at least babbling a word here or there he'd feel better.
The comment she did make, totally caught him off guard and he laughed. Maybe he was hysterical. "I'm not a doctor but I play one on TV?" Shit. He was pretty sure that word had already crossed his mind. Repeatedly. He needed to expand his goddamn vocabulary so he could internally freak the fuck out with a little more color. "Don't close your eyes, okay? I swear to god I'll just pry them back open."
He lifted his head and glanced around. There were people helping others and he saw rent-a-cop. Holy shit it was rent-a-cop and CJ was actually relieved. "Hey!" he called out to him. "You with the uniform that looks sort of official like. She needs help. Now."