"Aargh, don't sit up," Autor says, flailing a little. He drops his still lit flashlight to uncap the water bottle to wet a rag. The boy offers it to her for her head, biting his lip.

"How are you feeling? I mean, of course you're probably feeling dreadful, so that's a stupid question," Autor says, setting the bottle down to pick up his flashlight. "Please stay still. I have to check if you have a concussion. Are you nauseated?"