Zoe followed willingly, and the table groaned softly beneath them. It wasn't like it'd had to put up with this kind of thing before; usually people were close to death rather than close to a great deal of active living. She'd already started to work on the gun belt, mingling touches and maybe a few button loosenings on Wash's body too. Only whatever she thought she had in mind was quickly cut short by "Ow."
With "Ow" came the guilt, and she sat up quickly, somehow avoiding toppling over. Actually, she just dropped her legs and she could almost stand up and siddle backwards. For the moment she sat there, straddling him. With a quick hand, not the tenderest, but certainly not the harshest, she pulled him up and used herself as a prop. It wasn't the proper way to check a wound, but it meant she could stay near him for now. Of course, it almost meant that her body wasn't remaining completely still as she was examining.
She sighed softly as soon as she realized it wasn't going to work. It meant having to actually look for bandages...and speaking. Her voice was only a little ragged, and that was probably more from the affection than the heart rending emotions.
"I..I should look at that. Probably should take you to the Hospital though..." She wasn't moving away quite yet.