Amber actually smiled and chuckled a bit. It was nice to have something humourous after the hours she'd spent holed up down here with James unconscious next to her. "Don't worry. I won't tell a soul your real name is Garfield. Thanks for coming, Gar."
As he checked on James and the hose, she nodded at what he was saying. "Yes, we're both doctors. His vitals are good, he's got a strong pulse in his leg, and he seems to have good blood flow in the femoral artery, so I think he'll be all right. I just wish he'd wake up. And don't worry. No sex. I've got a bitch of a headache right now." She smiled at him affectionately, which was saying a lot for her.