<strong>~Andrew, wanting to help his friend~</strong><div class="floatright"> (http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/Andrewmini.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Andrew glowered at the backs of the other men as they carried Jonny. They are only trying to help him, the thought to himself over and over in his head, They are only trying to help him... He blamed his nerves and unease with the whole situation for turbulent emotions. He was always so good at keeping his appearance in the past, always so wary of what others may think. He blinked, trying to smooth his brow but worry at seeing Jonny like this gnawed at him, made him feel...<br/><br/>As they set him down, Andrew moved to stand next to the doctor as he examined him.<br/><br/>He listened to what the other man had to say but most of it, save the part about Jonny seeming to be all right everything considering. Andrew was not too certain himself, but the word of a Doctor was comforting. When he was addressed by the older man, it took him a moment for him to turn his attention from the murmuring, seemingly unconscious form of the inspector.<br/><br/><strong>“.. you knew the inspector. Has he a history of fits or faints? If he has not then I will suggest to him once he has recovered that he goes and sees his doctor as soon as possible.”</strong><br/><br/>Andrew blinked, trying to catch up and respond. “Y-yes... I have seen him faint before... b-but n-not like this...” Trying to think, his eyes fixed back on Jonny. Yes, he knew a doctor... “I can have him seen to, when we leave.”<br/><br/>He barely finished speaking when Jonny seemed to begin to come round. Andrew took half a step closer, reaching into his pocket without thinking to pull out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat that was threatening to trickle into Jonny’s eyes. His hand had barely reached into his breast pocket however when Jonny reached up, one arm grasping the hand reaching up to his pocket, the other grabbing his lapels, pulling him forward nearly overbalancing him.<br/><br/>Andrew’s eyes were wide, both from the proximity -<em> let go, let go, let go! What will they think!?</em>- and his words;<strong>“They will release it….they will release it…”   </strong><br/><br/>Utterly torn, Andrew didn’t know weather to pull his friend closer, or to push him away. But he was sick, so maybe... Feeling suddenly brave as the inspectors words died down and he seemed to calm slightly, Andrew manoeuvred himself so the inspectors arm was over his shoulders, helping to hold the other man up. He considered giving him something to drink first, before moving him but now he just wanted to leave.<br/><br/>“I-I think, that I had best get him away. I can call his doctor and have someone organise his business here, if necessary.”<br/><br/>He looked up at the doctor before actually getting up - just in case.