Joan holds him the whole time, listening to him describe his pain, knowing what the nurse is screening for with each one. She feels for him, because the sort of pain he's going through sucks, but she's also reassured, because the descriptions tell both her and the nurse that Ted's injuries are probably not life threatening. The pain in his head subsiding reassures Joan that his brain, while bruised, isn't bleeding.
Joan holds his hand and strokes his hair as the nurse inserts the IV. As he relaxes against her she kisses his head.
"I'm right here," she whispers. "You can sleep. I've got you."
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Date: 2021-07-06 12:18 am (UTC)Joan holds his hand and strokes his hair as the nurse inserts the IV. As he relaxes against her she kisses his head.
"I'm right here," she whispers. "You can sleep. I've got you."