He was willing enough to keep his eyes shut while she led him to the library, but much less so when her words cut off and he heard a sudden thud against the floor. His eyes opened to a horrific sight before him: his wife, who, according to what he knew about her, was supposed to be healthy, lying on the ground unconscious.
"Febs?" he asked, mildly panicked. (Mild was an understatement, really. He might have had a heart attack had he not been a man specifically trained to handle these situations.)
He bent down beside her and lifted her head up with one arm, trying to get a look at her face. "Come on, lover," he said, shaking her shoulder with his free hand. He could feel the beating of her heart from where he held his hand, so a cardiac arrest was out of the question. Really, she'd probably just fainted—but this was his wife.
"Febs?" he asked, mildly panicked. (Mild was an understatement, really. He might have had a heart attack had he not been a man specifically trained to handle these situations.)
He bent down beside her and lifted her head up with one arm, trying to get a look at her face. "Come on, lover," he said, shaking her shoulder with his free hand. He could feel the beating of her heart from where he held his hand, so a cardiac arrest was out of the question. Really, she'd probably just fainted—but this was his wife.
— set by MJ! —