Of course Zeke wasn't going to leave Holly's side in the aftermath of the bombing. The most he'd done was grab anything he needed from his apartment, picked up Scooby, and headed to Holly's house to hang out for the time being. However long that would be, even Zeke didn't know, but he knew he couldn't be anywhere besides right here. And it helped, knowing that Holly's dad liked him and approved of him, and anything that kept Holly's spirits up right now was a good thing. In truth, Zeke didn't know what to do other than be here for her. It wasn't like he was a witch and could heal her broken bones or make her feel any better. But he could run and get stuff for her, give her kisses to remind her that he still loved her, and to keep her company. Even Scooby tried to help, although his familiar did get distracted by everything shiny more often than not.
"Hold on a minute!" He was midway through grabbing them both some iced tea to drink and he grabbed both glasses and brought them over to her, laying on the couch. It was never going to get easier, seeing her laying there so helpless, but Zeke still smiled as he came over to her. "What's up? I got drinks." There was food in the kitchen, too, but Zeke had forgotten all about that once Holly called over to him. He'd remember eventually.