"Elle?" X whispered as he stared down at the crumpled human in shock, not knowing what in the world had happened to her. He dropped to the ground beside her and reached out with a trembling hand afraid of what he might find. He couldn't believe that he had killed his wife after four hours of marriage!
His hand brushed her neck and he was releaved when he found a faint throbbing. "That floor can't be very comfortable," he murmured as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up and settling her onto the bed. Now if he could just figure out what in the world was wrong with her! Her skin was much paler than normal and she felt so cold. Little beads of sweat were dotting her forehead as well. All of that couldn't be good. Why hadn't he ever bothered to learn anything about human first aid?! She could be dying and he wouldn't know it!
Suddenly he remembered one of the wedding gifts, the only one that had been opened besides that odd book. It was a first aid kit from Kay and X had noticed something on the package about a first aid book being included. Maybe that would tell him what he should do for Elle.
"Let's see," he murmured as he rushed over and retrieved the kit, opening it to find the first aid book. He flipped anxiously through it, finally stopping at the section on fainting. That seemed to match Elle's symptoms the best. He looked critically at her as he read, "Pale, cold moist skin. Well, she definitely has that! Blue lips?" he leaned down to get a better look. Her lips did seem to have a slight bluish cast to them. "Shallow breathing, rapid weak pulse. Got those." Now to figure out what to do to fix this and to fix it quickly! He would rather have Elle yelling at him than to have to look at her laying there so still and silent.
He slowly read the treatment section. "Elevate the legs eight to twelve inches." He quickly gathered all of the extra pillows on the bed and stuffed them under her feet. He didn't have a ruler to make sure but it looked like they raised the right amount. "Bathe the face with cool water." X darted into the bathroom and came back a moment later with a wet hand towel that he carefully ran over her face before placing it on her forehead. "Loosen constrictive clothing around the neck, waist and chest."
He stared down at her, trying to figure out how to do that. Well, how to do that an avoid getting killed for it. He debated what to do for a moment before deciding he had to follow the book's instructions. He couldn't take a chance on not doing something and causing her to get sicker. He reached down, tugging her robe loose and slipping it off. He was startled by the nightgown that she had on underneath, pure white material that clung to curves that he hadn't even known that she had. He frowned at the nightgown, noting that it seemed like it might be a bit snug as well. It would have to go too. "Please be alright," he whispered as he started to pull the nightgown over her forehead. What would he do if something happened to her?