He caught her and lifted her in his arms in one motion, old instincts kicking in. "Shit! What did you step on?" He moved swiftly then, not thinking about anything but getting her help. She was not cooperative, needless to say.
The doorway from the bathroom widened out as he shouldered through it, not stopping until he found her front room. "Where's your first aid kit?" He laid her out on a table, and pointed the palm of his left arm at her foot, and there was a hissing sound as a cool jet of disinfectant and wound cleanser plus numbing agent hit the wound directly.