Jaiden was slightly confused as to why she would talk in old english, or how she could stay in what she thought was her character when she almost got hit by a truck. He shook it off and picked her up as gently and quickly as he could. He looked both ways, and crossed back over to the park so that he could do his best to temporarily fix her up. He put her down on the bench, opened his case, and grabbed his first aid.<br/><br/>He didn't speak, he just gently took her ankle, looked up at her then took off her shoe, and wrapped her ankle. He went back to his first aid kit to grab a pain reliever and an unopened water for her. "Here, take this. It should kick in soon. I splurged and got the laser drilled ones." His voice was even with the occasional hiccup. Going from sitting down playing guitar to jumping in front if trucks did not make his body very happy.<br/><br/>He had many questions but assumed once she could walk herself home or if he drove her there, he didn't think they would speak again.<br/><br/>Now that he was calmer, pain stung his knees. He looked at them, thinking she would be taking the medicine, and saw he was bleeding. He grabbed a wipe, cleaned up the cut, put some bacitracin ointment on it, and grabbed a bandaid. "I'm gonna need to restock those soon. Need to stop using them for my fingertips." He mumbled mindlessly to himself. He really did need to stop using them on his hands so often. Or he could just not pick at the scabs. Bad habit, lesson being learned.