Wanda took his refusal as distrust, which she understood. After all, getting in his head, even accidentally, was a violation and he was already under duress. Apologetic, she raised her hands again to placate him. "You can't stay here, someone else will find you," she pointed out. They had been lucky so far that no one passing on either side of the alley had paid attention to what was going on inside it, but Wanda suspected their luck would run out soon.
"Let me help you, please. I can take you somewhere- not a hospital," she assured him, on the chance that he still thought that was the help on offer. It didn't seem as if he'd need a hospital after all with the way his wounds seemed to be sealing themselves. She reached down to pluck the bloodied bullets from the ground as they fell and slipped them into her jacket pocket. They were evidence of his being here, but no one would find them now. Wanda slipped her coat off, too-large on her but warm, and draped it over his shoulders then cautiously slid an arm under his waist and rose slowly to help him to his feet. "Anywhere you want to go, but quick." Wanda refused to be put off now, she wasn't going to just leave him now.