David Rossi walked a safe distance away from the wrecked vehicle before he laid JJ down as gently as he could on the cool, hard ground. "Are you okay? Tell me what hurts." He asked as his hands ran up and down her slim body, trying to ensure himself that she was, indeed, safe and sound.
"I'm fine." She replied hoarsely, slowly attempting to sit up as she did. Her swimming head and roiling stomach had different ideas, however, and David saw her face turn paler than he thought possible. JJ quickly turned to her side and vomited the contents of her stomach.
"On second thought, maybe not." JJ's small attempt at humor did little to placate David's worried mind. She seemed pale and all too fragile at the moment. Her vomiting and weak voice gave rise to David's concern and a manner of all things that could possibly be wrong with her started playing through his mind. Seeing his pensive face and far-away look, JJ weakly grabbed David's hand.
"David, are you okay? What happened? " JJ was again trying to sit up, wiping her mouth as she did. However, her body wouldn't cooperate and she quickly lay back down. "Well, I'm not quite sure," he replied, softly. "One minute we were driving along fine and the next thing I know I lost control of the car. I'm so sorry, Jen." David was looking at the ground, the wreckage several meters away, the field around them, anywhere but her ashen face. The fear that had been burning in the pit of his stomach was quickly being replaced with a strong feeling of guilt for putting her in this situation.
"David, stop!" JJ said as forcefully as she could, regretting it as soon as she did. The throbbing in her head was slowly diminishing to a dull ache, but the world was still spinning on its axis every time she tried to focus her eyes. "You are not to blame for this. Something had to have happened to make us lose control. Did you see anything or hear anything?"
Rossi tried to think back to that moment when he was reminiscing on the sweet woman behind him, just before the crash. "I honestly don't know, Jen. One minute I was talking to you, the next thing I know we were turning in the vehicle until it landed in that ditch over there. I vaguely remember a loud pop, or backfire of some kind, but, that's about all I can recall until I woke up upside down. I really didn't get much of a look at the vehicle, yet. Once I got you settled, I was going to go back and see if I can salvage anything from inside the SUV. My phone was in my coat pocket and, obviously, we're going to need to get some help out here. Wherever here is."
Dave looked down at JJ to see how she was doing. Her face was steadily becoming paler and she was starting to go to sleep on him. If his suspicions were correct, based on the gash on her forehead and her dizziness and vomiting, the frail blonde beside him had a concussion. The only problem was, well, one of the many problems they were facing was that he didn't know how bad the concussion was. For one of the few times in his life, if not the only time, David Rossi wished he were a little more like Reid. He would feel a lot more comfortable right now if he knew all the facts he could about the symptoms and dangers associated with a concussion. Right now, the only thing he could rely on was his minimal knowledge from his last FBI required first aid class or what he had seen on E.R.. So, essentially nothing. The one thing he was sure of, however, was that he could NOT let JJ fall asleep.