Since she hadn't been able to do much, from about month six or so into her pregnancy, Heather had taken up gardening. Or retaken it up, because she'd done a little of it before hell and high water had hit Jericho. Which was what she was doing on the 'Locksley' side of her house. So she didn't hear the knock on the door. But when Robin shouted she stopped what she was doing, and jogged around the front of the house.
There had been no mistaking the urgency in his tone. "Hey wh- Holy crap." She stopped mid-sentence. When she saw Anna, then the blood, and the fact that Robin was carrying her. Moving fast was awkward, but Heather managed, as she pushed the front door open, it was never locked really, (Who would steal from a Navy Cop's house?) as there was no telling when Cas would wander over. And she liked for her friends to feel as welcome as she could.
"Sit her on the floor I'll get a few towels and my first aid kit." And while she didn't mind getting blood on the couch or other bits of furniture she wasn't entirely sure how sanitary they were, she'd had them forever, and gotten them in different yard sales before that. And while they weren't dirty... She wouldn't put someone with a gaping wound on them either. And the floor was hardwood, and had been steam cleaned just that morning, so she knew how clean it was.
Heather didn't stop she ran, as best she could, to the hall bathroom, to haul out the things she said. No matter how much bad blood was between her and Anna, she'd never wish to see the other woman hurt. That just wasn't in Heather's nature. "There's a little short table in the living room by the chair get that, once you have her settled, and elevate her arm." She knew it was just high enough to draw the wound above heart level.