Raph darted forward to catch the slumping woman by the shoulders before she ate pavement. A momentarily forgotten phone clattered on the ground at his feet. There wasn't much to her; Raphael easily went to one knee to prop her weight on his leg and cradle her neck with his forearm. His own pulse increasing with his worry, Raph pressed two fingertips to the clammy flesh of her neck and was relieved when he felt a prominent beat. She'd just passed out and likely had some head trauma.
"Damn," he hissed and used his free hand to feel the ground around them to collect her things. The shoes were laid on her abdomen and the cell phone and bloody tissues, stuffed away in the purse that went over Raph's shoulder. He swore again in frustration before shifting his weight to get a better grip on her and stagger to his feet with a grunt.
He hefted the tiny woman and used the motion to toss her dangling limp arm onto her chest, jostling the shoes. Raph tipped her toward him to cause the shoes to fall back against his chest. It was then that he noticed that the blood from the head wound was starting to dribble down her cheek. Carefully, Raphael shift the woman so the injured side of her face fell against his breast and concealed the wound. He took a deep breath and started walking. Knowing he only had a couple more minutes before the police arrived, his pace was quick as he headed away from the scene.
Raphael kept his chin ducked which caused his hair to fall forward. His eyes stayed on the street watching for a passing taxi as he headed in the direction of a hospital he'd spotted earlier on his initial free-run through the area.