He didn't want to take her to hospital, he wanted to look after her himself, but he could put that aside because for the moment the only important thing was racing down the hallway toward the door to the roof.
Behind and below them came a terrible crash from two stories down, and the bones of the building creaked in protest. Apollo didn't slow till they were out in the fresh morning air, and then he only slowed to take a little more care of her leg. "I've got you," he said again, fingers curled in her hair to support her neck. "Breathe, breathe Clio, I've got you."