You're not fine and I doubt it's just a scrape... I'm not a doctor, but if all the crap I've learned from years of the Discovery Channel has taught me anything, you likely have a concussion. You hit your head in there? [He shifted and one hand began cautiously probing Clint's head. He didn't see or smell blood, but that didn't mean he wasn't correct and that Clint hadn't smashed his head during landing.
His expression sobered at the latter, however, and he shook his head again.]
Everyone that lived through that landing is off that thing... They're going to need a few minutes to get patched up before we can do anything. Which means... [He guided Clint toward a downed tree, as good as place as any, and made him sit.] You sit and do the same.
Jesus, please forgive my horrid sentence structure up there.
You're not fine and I doubt it's just a scrape... I'm not a doctor, but if all the crap I've learned from years of the Discovery Channel has taught me anything, you likely have a concussion. You hit your head in there? [He shifted and one hand began cautiously probing Clint's head. He didn't see or smell blood, but that didn't mean he wasn't correct and that Clint hadn't smashed his head during landing.
His expression sobered at the latter, however, and he shook his head again.]
Everyone that lived through that landing is off that thing... They're going to need a few minutes to get patched up before we can do anything. Which means... [He guided Clint toward a downed tree, as good as place as any, and made him sit.] You sit and do the same.