“Oh, wait, that’s… I’m sure it’ll come back.” Viper waves dismissively, it sounded enough like the truth that even if it weren’t true, she’d probably just believe it anyway. A concussion sure does a lot to the mind, huh! She doesn’t feel like she’s going to keel over and die or anything, but she had no real sense to even express that to Abel, and even if she did… he probably wouldn’t believe it. Understandably so, because if she did then keel over dead…. well….
That wouldn’t be very cash money.
“Yeah, yeah, sounds good…” Viper offers him her hand, “I’ll do my best to help, ’cause I dunno how much use I can kinda be…” Well, she’s not normally this willing to just accept help, but the concussion seems to have quite literally hit the stubbornness out of her- even if it was only temporary.
“Your arm, though… maybe you should get someone, I dunno…” Viper kneels, and her head feels like it’s spinning as the pressure shifts and she wobbles a little, but seems like she can at least move enough, even if it’s slow progress. Sucking in a deep breath, she gets to her feet, wobbling once more at the change in altitude. Overall, she’s…doing well enough. She still looks worse for wear, but… it’s not as catastrophic as it could be.
“Just… leave my stuff here, I’ll come back for it.” Or she’ll make some other poor sap get it for her. “Thanks, by the way. Wouldn’t have blamed you if you just ran.”
Don’t expect to hear such a heartfelt thank you from her again unless something serious happens, Abel! Once she’s back to herself, she’ll be as annoying as ever.
