Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170712203930/@comment-5385060-20170717234137

"She'll be alright," said Leroy. He reached into his pocket and fetched a dollar in change. Leroy shoved the money at Ryan. "Make yourself useful, and get us a couple of cold sodas from the machine. I'm going to need them." He lifted Jo off the ground, carrying her in his arms away from the house of mirrors. "Trust me, if you knew her, this isn't something to dash to the clinic over. I've seen her in a worse state than this, and we didn't need a doctor then," he told Michael.

Leroy carried her to some concrete style picnic tables near the snack stand, and sat her up on one of the seats.