"You fell." She didn't sound completely convinced, but she didn't push him about it. "Hey, no, don't move!" Cecilly almost dropped her cell, in her rush to keep him from sitting up. Certainly she didn't quite finish dialing. "Whatever happened, that was three stories. You need to be taken to an emergency room -- and you shouldn't be moving. You don't know what you've banged or broken, and moving can make a minor thing much worse. Just sit tight, okay?"
He didn't listen. And really, he seemed to be more or less fine, so far as she could tell -- now wasn't /that/ crazy luck? Three stories, and she couldn't feel a broken bone in him. His laugh sounded uneasy, and she again wondered if he might have jumped. It didn't seem so unlikely. He'd grabbed the hand that held her phone, and though she tried to convince him to let her call an ambulance, he didn't seem to like the idea of going to a hospital. If he /was/ suicidal, forcing him to the hospital might make things worse. She knew that, in theory, they would keep him from hurting himself. But she also knew that in reality if he was determined to kill himself, he'd find away. Being at the hospital on suicide watch hadn't helped her one friend back in high school -- and he'd been utterly miserable while there, even worse than beforehand. She couldn't blame him for the last, either. The atmosphere there was oppressive.
And then came the inevitable stare, and the comment about her eyes. It wasn't like she tried to hide being blind, as a general rule, but damn if she didn't get tired of it. She turned her head away, but not quite fast enough to hide her grimace. At least he'd said something more or less positive, instead of the traditional "what's wrong with your eyes?" That was the one she truly dreaded, the comment that hurt the worst. No, there was nothing /wrong/ with her eyes. So she couldn't see. So what? It didn't keep her from doing things, it didn't hold her back.
Easy, 'Lee, he doesn't mean anything by it. He's probably not at his best right now -- and he does seem to regret it.
"Thank you, I suppose," she said, trying to act like it didn't bother her. She sighed heavily, flipped her phone shut, and slid it back in her pocket. "If you really don't want to go to the hospital, I won't make you," she continued, "But at least tell me your name, and where you are. Hitting your head like that, I wouldn't be surprised if you have a concussion. You sound like you're doing okay, but I'd like to make sure nothing got knocked loose." She gave the young man most of a smile, but some of it was lost to disapproval and regret. Just because she wouldn't force him didn't mean she agreed with his decision. "What were you doing up on the roof, anyhow? I don't believe I recognize you, and even if you did just move in, there's a sign posted that says the roof's off-limits at this time of day." Unless someone'd torn it down again. Cecilly was pretty sure she knew who was responsible for /that/, but unless she could catch him at it, there was nothing she could do about it, or any of the other problems he tended to cause. "As for ruining my evening, don't worry about it. Even if you had, I don't mind helping." He seemed like there was something he wasn't saying, perhaps something that bothered him, so Cecilly gave him a brief, almost playful smile. "But I'd hardly say having a handsome young man fall out of the sky to land just about on my doorstep counts as ruining the evening." It was a joke, nothing more, and she had no idea how close to the truth she'd come. She wasn't even serious about the flirt. Whoever this guy was, she pegged him as her junior, perhaps by as many as six or seven years, and quite probably dealing with serious issues. That would be just asking for trouble.
((just went with him preferring no hospital. And yay irony~))