Michael finally pulled up outside Clio's house, and he turned the car off. "Can you walk, Clio?" he asked, and, shaking, she shook her head. She didn't want to even try. He was too afraid her other leg would rub against her burns.
"I'll go unlock the door if you can carry her in," Michael said to Will. "Put her on the sofa. Clio, I have to see-"