About to lift up his gun and point it square at her pretty face, John clenched his jaw and halted himself, listening to her rantings. He was totally willing to just go and leave when she cried out.
Dropping his gun, John slammed his hands on the counter and quickly vaulted himself over in a single bound, landing himself beside the fallen Cordelia. Hearing her scream and twitching in agony, John feared she was having a seizure and promptly blammed himself for potientally causing it.
Whipping off his coat, he bundled it up and placed it under her head, carefully moving about to make sure she didn't hit her head or swallow or tongue.
Upon seeing the 'seizure' subside and Cordelia collect herself, John was careful as he helped her sit up. "You probably shouldn't be moving right now." He said in a concerned tone, his hands touching her hand gently searching for any bumps in case she hit her head. But at seeing the blood dribbling down her lip, he dug around into his pocket and pulled out a clean napkin he had stashed there, he offered it towards Cordelia.
"Your nose is bleeding." However, he felt that she knew that and what had just happened was something frequent.
Helping her rise to stand, he carefully fetched out another water bottle and set it near her just in time for her to be popping pills. Ah yes, he could be kind and chivalrious. He really did think that he had caused this episode.
Perking up a brow at her comment to take a room, John scratched his head. "Ugh..right. Crystal clear."
Then he paused, lifting up his hand. "One moment. You just had a seizure and you're ok with it? Shouldn't we be calling a doctor or something?"