I know. [Velma agrees, mentally piecing together what he's saying with patterns and context clues. They were in a crash. They need to get away from the wreckage.
He tilts and she moves to try and steady him, hooking an arm around his torso and wedging herself against him as a support. She'd very much like to avoid having to physically move the larger, muscle-dense man anywhere solely by her own strength. If gravity wins then her solution will include making him very comfortable on the ground.]
No. [She admits.] But you're worse. [So she's helping him.] We're going to put one foot in front of the other okay? Get a little further away before sitting.
[His behavior concerns her, and she's not certain what's happening. This is extreme for a concussion. It's almost like he's drunk, but she doesn't smell any alcohol.]
oh that space otter hurt so much.
He tilts and she moves to try and steady him, hooking an arm around his torso and wedging herself against him as a support. She'd very much like to avoid having to physically move the larger, muscle-dense man anywhere solely by her own strength. If gravity wins then her solution will include making him very comfortable on the ground.]
No. [She admits.] But you're worse. [So she's helping him.] We're going to put one foot in front of the other okay? Get a little further away before sitting.
[His behavior concerns her, and she's not certain what's happening.
This is extreme for a concussion. It's almost like he's drunk, but she doesn't smell any alcohol.]
Did you hit your head? How's your vision?
[Please don't fall. Please don't fall.]