She was freaking out. Definitely, certainly freaking the...eff out. But then he gave a slight nod of his head and informed her that he was indeed breathing and she felt just the slightest bit better. It seemed she had not killed him after all. "Broken...ribs? Yikes and I...well I smacked you in the head and threw a book at your...ribs." She grimaced just imagining the pain.
"I swear I'm not normally that clumsy and...you probably don't care. It really makes no difference to the situation at hand." Stop rambling! Wait...what did he say? "Painkillers? Oh! Yes!" She beamed. Certainly! "I have painkillers!"
Fumbling around in the pocket of her too large cardigan, she produced a small blue bottle with a white lid. "Would you like one? Or...two? I don't have any water but I could go and find you some," she offered as she struggled with the damn childproof lid and why the...hell did they find it necessary to... The lid went flying but thankfully it did not hit the guy anywhere and if it had, well it was just a lid.
Syd dumped two into the palm of her hand and held it out to him. "I'm Sydney, by the way although I'm not sure I should be telling you that. In case you want to sue me for...damages." She laughed a nervous little tinkle of laughter. Wow, these drugs were really rather amazing.