Cameron glanced down, sure, she probably did have some bruises, and likely would be sore as hell the next morning. Or maybe soon, maybe she needed to get a drink so she wouldn't be sore. It was already cold out, a drink wouldnt hurt.
"Probably a nice big bruise back on my tailbone knowing my luck." Cameron mentioned while continuing to dust herself off.
She blinked and looked up. "Oh! I didn't even.. I just haven't had a lot of weird cases to diagnose lately.. I guess my brain just shot into the unbelieveable. I'm not normally morbid." Cameron brushed her hair behind her ears and smiled at him.
"I likely won't die, it's very unlikely. And if I got sick, well I work in the hospital so they'd fix me right up." She fixed her hair a bit and looked around. "I think you owe me a drink for knocking me down like that."