[it happens in slow motion—the apple, and then the person, close behind, falling like a newly-felled tree in the woods. felix's hands drop everything, cutlery and containers clattering noisily on the counter, spoon skittering off and on to the floor—and dives forward, both hands extended--
--successfully catching her, just before disaster. he rolls her gently, so she's not facing the floor anymore, and cradles her in his arms, checking her over for condition and injury.
the apple rolls under the counter, and stops.
gently, painfully gently, he lowers her to the ground, so she's at least flat and supported.]
You're not okay at all.
[he doesn't look panicked—more surprised than anything. he glances at the doorway, clearly contemplating the group eating in another room.]
no subject
--successfully catching her, just before disaster. he rolls her gently, so she's not facing the floor anymore, and cradles her in his arms, checking her over for condition and injury.
the apple rolls under the counter, and stops.
gently, painfully gently, he lowers her to the ground, so she's at least flat and supported.]
You're not okay at all.
[he doesn't look panicked—more surprised than anything. he glances at the doorway, clearly contemplating the group eating in another room.]
I'll get someone.