"I want to get you to the car," he said patiently, not a direct lie exactly, because he did want to get her there, but it wasn't the source of his anxiety. Because of course Justine could read him, she knew him better than he did himself some days. And that was cliche as all hell, but there was some merit of truth in that assessment. He stopped when she did, his expression oddly blank while he looked at her.
"Then we'll find a doctor," a not so subtle way of pointing out that he noticed what shape she was in. It was hard to reconcile his image of Justine. She'd been healthy and capable the last time he'd seen her. She had recovered from what he'd done to her and now.. well this girl was a fragile shadow of that person. She still had her brightness about her, and the things that Thomas made him love her.
But she was--
He'd broken her, and she was damaged still. He shoved his thoughts away. "Come on. I have a place all set up."