[Molly moved quickly, sliding her hands up to grab his arms. She steps forward into him in order to use her body as leverage to keep him from falling to the ground. She's no shrinking violet, but the dead weight of a grown man is also no joke.
She does manage to keep him from crashing to the ground face-first, and lowers him down instead, turning him on his side.
She craned to see his face, saying his name.]
Spock? Spock??
[Inside her mind, there was a running collision of thoughts - everything she knew of Vulcan physiology and medicine and an on-going litany of 'oh crap, oh crap,' and 'I broke Spock.']
WHY DO THE JOURNALS NOT COME EQUIPPED WITH 911??
[Molly moved quickly, sliding her hands up to grab his arms. She steps forward into him in order to use her body as leverage to keep him from falling to the ground. She's no shrinking violet, but the dead weight of a grown man is also no joke.
She does manage to keep him from crashing to the ground face-first, and lowers him down instead, turning him on his side.
She craned to see his face, saying his name.]
Spock? Spock??
[Inside her mind, there was a running collision of thoughts - everything she knew of Vulcan physiology and medicine and an on-going litany of 'oh crap, oh crap,' and 'I broke Spock.']