( she curses under her breath as he meets with the ground. she'd not meant to hit him that hard, now she feels like shit watching him talking about being fine when he's clearly ... well, not. still in her hospital gown, gamora kneels and offers him both hands in case he needs assistance to stand. which she assumes he might judging by the pained expression. )

I should have been better watching where I was going, please. I'm sorry. Let me help you up? ( he needs medical attention, she tells herself. but she just " broke out " of that sterile, white hospital and she's not overly keen to head back. sometimes doing the right thing means sacrifices though, even something as small as going back to a hospital. ) I'm not all that certain you're fine, you seem ailed; do you want to go to the hospital? I think you need aid. ( in some manner or another. )