The other’s agreement to getting into ‘bumpy’ situations makes him a little concerned. Was it him doing the bumping… or the other way around? If it was the former, then they were matched up to hit into each other a lot.
Red takes the boy’s hand gratefully and coughs into the inside of one elbow before hoisting himself up with some difficulty. As they continue to speak, his expression grows more worried. D— Dying? He’d never thought about any of those repercussions. Did he.. act like someone who was going to fall into a coma? What were the symptoms for that? The trainer can only stare with wide eyes, absorbing the other’s panic. While his mouth opens to reply, nothing comes out.
He tugs on Barry’s sleeve instead. The hit to his head along with this was a bit much for his brain to take on. Char is considerably upset as well, quickly turning around to wrap his tail around his trainer, baring his teeth at the stranger.
Needless to say, Barry freaked them out a bit.
Oh, good job, Barry. You’ve just scared the living daylights out of this poor kid. He’ll probably just have a sore head for a few days, tops, and here you are insinuating that he may or may not die. You study his face as he tugs your sleeve. He looks absolutely horrified and his Charizard looks angry. You take a few steps back and take a moment to calm yourself.
“Okay, you probably won’t die, but I think you should get it checked out, at least,” you say with an awkward shrug. “I didn’t mean to scare ya! It’s fine, all right?”