He was crying, he couldn't help it. He had never been so scared in his entire life, to see her pinned to the wall by her throat was an image he knew he'd carry with him forever. He's holding her, his face buried in her hair as he lets himself be vulnerable, doesn't care that he's crying. With her head still tucked under his chin, she reaches her hand up finding his cheek, feeling his tears. She looks up at him finding his eyes, "I'm okay."
He's shaking his head from side to side taking in the blood on her cheek, and the bruise starting to take color on her neck and face. "Jim, I'm okay." she sobs, now she's crying with him, the reality of the situation too much for her to handle right now.
He lets out a shaky breath tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear
"I wasn't here; I didn't see it all. Do you need to go to the hospital? God Pam, are you hurt anywhere else?" His heart feels like it's been ripped from his chest. He leans in closer to look at her cheek, relieved to see the blood made it look far worse than it really was, it wasn't very deep, didn't look like it needed any stitches. "No I'm, I'm fine I promise. I just...I just need to get cleaned up."
He scoots her off his lap helping her stand. She was still in shock, not really sure what to say, why he was here, what to do next, she leans into him once again, this time bringing her arms around his neck to just hold him for a second. Wondering what would have happened if he hadn't had showed up.