Wait for her to wake up

You roll the **** heroine into a more comfortable position. Taking off your jacket, you fold it into a rough pillow and slide it under her head. You brush the hair out of her eyes and stare at the face of the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.

It takes a couple minutes for her to come to, but eventually her eyes flutter open. “Whaaaat?” It takes a moment for her eyes to focus on you. “What happened? Who are you?”

“It’s okay” you respond in the most soothing voice you can manage. "You were in a fight, you got knocked out, and through that wall over there. I found you ****. But you’re okay now.” She starts to push away as if out of habit, but there’s no real **** behind it. “Who are you?” she repeats.

“No one in particular, I work security here. I just wanted to make sure you were going to be alright. The EMTs are on their way. I mean, if you think you need them.”

There’s a moment when she stares into your eyes and you feel as if there’s some level of connection there. But it only lasts an instant, before she gently pushes you away and sits up.

"Hera, it’s been awhile since I was hit that hard!” She climbs to her feet, still looking a little unsteady. Her gaze turns in your direction, and she gives you a smile that melts your heart and hardens…other organs. “Thank you for your assistance, friend. Who knows what could’ve happened while I was out if I hadn’t had you standing guard over me! You have the gratitude of the Princess of Amazons.”

“Uh…you’re welcome.” You stammer.