When the door opened, Jeremiah was just lifting his cellphone to his ear, another call to Veronica's cell already dialing. She hadn't been picking up and she hadn't told him where she had gone, which immediately put him on edge. He knew exactly who she looked like and he knew that would pique Sylar's interest if he ever saw her - something Jeremiah was praying would never happen. And with Veronica being stubborn and the three of them all on the same relatively island... when she didn't answer his calls and when she didn't come back to the suite, Jeremiah began to worry there would be another victim found. He couldn't protect her if she wasn't here.
When he caught sight of the blonde, Jeremiah ended the call and let out an exasperated huff of relief. "Mars, where the hel-," he started, but then saw the blood that covered the front of her clothing. "Hey!" She was making a beeline to the bathroom and Jeremiah quickly followed after her. "Hey," he cut her off from shutting the door and he reached out and grabbed her shoulders, forcibly turning her to face him.
"Veronica," he breathed out; one of the very, very few times he'd ever spoken her first name. He liked to keep it professional - surnames only, just like Mulder and Scully. But... she was covered in blood. "Veronica, what happened? Are you hurt? Is that your blood?" he demanded, green eyes wide with worry. Gripping her, he tried to concentrate, but his ability couldn't work if he couldn't see the injuries. He couldn't fix her if he didn't know the problem and it scared him - something that was incredibly hard to do these days.