[lordy this is a problem.]

Hey, that's all right. You have no idea how many times I've laid on the ground dying. Happens to the best of us!

[She will brush his hair aside and check for fever, even she's certain it's not a regular illness. Then she'll lift him slightly, set his head on her lap (very mindful of the brairs) and stroke the hair back in place.]

Tell me what happened, okay?