Isobel looked at the offer of Luther's hand and ignored it, sliding out of the SUV herself just in time to see Archer and a nurse approach with the wheelchair. For a moment, she just wanted to run, to get away from this, but one look at Archer's smile made her stay. Even if she wasn't doing this for herself... she would do it for him.
There wasn't a word said as she slid into the wheelchair, ready to pull her legs up towards her chest until the nurse gently urged her to sit properly. Biting her lip, Isobel looked up towards Archer for a moment, then away. "You... don't have to stay with me. It's fine."