"Mon amor, there's no need to apologize. You did well. I'm sorry I put you in that situation." he knows her first thought was to defend him. It always is. Maybe if she'd thought of her own defense first, she'd have been ok?
He puts his massive hand over both of hers, and extends the other arm, easily able to reach the phone currently. He's really lucky the front desk is an auto dial, trying to push just one button right now would be impossible.
"We need a doctor in room 1217, now!"
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