[b]Heather - Camp - Floyd, Hank[/b]

Heather woke when something crashed. Their guest was awake it seemed and feeling much better.
"Calm down," she told him in her nurse voice, which was a voice somewhere between firm and warm. "You'll hurt yourself."

Hank came rushing onto the scene. Heather was about to tell him not to make things worse, but to her surprise he not only spoke calmly to the man, but cut him loose as well.
Although part of her wanted to ignore it, the other part, the one she gave in to, tapped him on the shoulder. "Thank you," she said quietly. "For not flying off the handle."

Going forward slowly, she showed she had nothing in her hands. "I am Heather," she reminded him of her name. "I'm a nurse. I helped treat you when they brought you in," she explained, inclining her head towards Hank and DeSean. "I'm here to help. Help me to help you. Tell me, do you have pain anywhere? Can you see clearly? Is there any dizziness or blurry vision?"
She stepped closer with every question until she was kneeling in front of him, her brown eyes searching his. "Is your hearing clear? Do I sound like my voice is coming through a tunnel?"

She was asking these questions to make sure there was no permenant damage from the head injury.
"Your eyes are focused and the pupils are not fixed so I don't believe you have a concussion," she said. "Do you think you can stand?"