Melissa smiled broadly. Bringing Madison back around was a rather big accomplishment. She sank down in the chair and let out an exhale. “Madison?” she asked gently. “Hey. You hit your head, and it’s going to take a bit for the ambulance to get here. So Byron and I are going to help you.”
She smiled gently as she looked over to Byron, hoping he’d also add something to keep her calm and collected. “We’d like to change you into something that isn’t so wet.” she pointed out. “But we need you to be in enough possession of your head to keep you stable.”
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