The wailing cry of an ambulance preceded the medical team that rushed through the doors by several minutes, turning on lights that felt as if they physically struck Cray's eyes, Causing him to automatically squint. He wasn't entirely sure when he had gone through the motion, but he found himself cradling the unconscious woman in his lap, arms around her protectively, and he blinked with surprise for a moment before immediately taking advantage of the brighter light to look over her once again for injuries. It wasn't difficult to locate the wound in her left arm, The overhead lights casting clear illumination on the bleeding hole, but it wasn't until the first of the paramedics rushed into the loft that he noticed the rip in her jeans that meant she had taken another hit in her leg. And someone must have cracked her on the head, judging by the sizable goose egg near her hairline, a gash there still trickling blood. He blessed every star he could name that she hadn't come to greater injury, though found himself beginning to wonder why she had been in such a place in the middle of the night...

His thoughts were interrupted as a young paramedic crouched next to him, a box of medical supplies making a soft thud as it was set on The floor nearby. He was a lanky beanpole of a man, with short cropped sand colored hair and sharp green eyes that took in everything with a glance. He wasted no time checking on the woman, a flashlight coming out of a pocket. "Officer Turner, i'm Colby Farr. Do you know how long this woman has been unconscious?" He asked quickly, reaching over and shining the light into the blonde's eyes one at a time.

"... Off and on since we took down the last man and the call was made." Cray responded after a moment of thought. "she was awake when I was talking to her earlier, but she quickly went back under after only a few seconds." He added, remembering a moment in which she had been looking up at him before her head had hit his chest.

Another paramedic, a woman this time, came over to join the group, simply nodding in greeting before she began  helping Colby.

" We are afraid she might have a concussion Officer Turner, and if that is the case she cannot go to sleep. We need you to keep her awake while we stop the bleeding from her other injuries. Ask her questions, keep her talking, whatever it takes. Just do not let her close her eyes. Start with her name." Colby stated firmly and Cray met and held his gaze for Several seconds before an understanding seemed to pass between them.

Dropping his eyes down once again to the face of the woman leaning against his chest, Cray was pleasantly surprised to see her eyelids fluttering, though remembering that the paramedic had said that she might have a concussion, his relief was fleeting, Concern drawing in his eyebrows. When her eyes finally opened Foley and focused on his face, he found himself looking into a set of soft green eyes that reflected confusion and pain, Causing Cray to instinctively tighten his grip momentarily. Before he could begin questioning her, her mouth opened, releasing a raspy name. "Isabel." She coughed, The noise sounding dry and painful.

"Isabel. That's a pretty name." Cray responded with a gentle smile. "Isabel, my name is Officer Cray Turner. I'm with the Cincinnati police department." He chuckled a little. "you don't have to remember all that, just call me Cray, it's less of a mouthful. But listen Isabel, I need you to do something important for me. I need you to keep your eyes open and looking at me. Can you do that?"