"Yeah, I know. You can make it just fine on your own. Prove how stubborn you are some other time." Preferably when she wasn't in need of medical help. His scarf was not what you would call a permanent solution.
"Mhm," he agreed as she finally settled her weight and he began walking. "So everyone keeps telling me. We can argue about it later." She felt as though she were a lot lighter than she should have been, or maybe that was just because he wanted to get her inside and so he didn't notice. Ascending the few stairs to the front door, he turned slightly so he could knock on the wooden door with the arm holding her legs up.
"Heather!" He called loudly enough through the door that he hoped she might grasp the urgency of the situation.