[Faust approaches apprehensively. Because while nothing about this is awesome, or reassuring... it's also not exactly completely out of the realm of possible for Rick.
Faust kneels, unpacking the medical kit he travels with.]
Would you mind if I just checked you over for a concussion, Rick? It will not take long.
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Faust kneels, unpacking the medical kit he travels with.]
Would you mind if I just checked you over for a concussion, Rick? It will not take long.