“Ohh, sorry there, buddy. Thought you were tripping,” Paul spouted, dragging Frank upright despite the man's coughing and gasping.
Quentin chuckled. “Gotta watch him, man. He almost tripped on our way down here too!”
Paul looked back and gave Quentin a quick half-smile getting the message loud and clear.
Sam put her hand on Quentin’s arm to get his attention. “We’ll take him to the station and get him booked in. I’m sure the tweaker’s gonna get a drug test. Will your fiancée be willing to press charges?”
“If she won’t, I will. Caught a fist in the gut that was aimed at her,” Quentin told her, touching the area and giving an overly dramatic whimper of pain.
Sam laughed, then twisted her lips in sympathy. “Ahhh, you poor baby. Do you need an ambulance? Should I take you to the hospital?”
Quentin’s rubbed his flat stomach and gave another exaggerated wince. “Maybe you should.”