Darcy sighed softly but nodded. She would have felt better about a hospital but she could see how much it bothered him. She knew about Betty Ross, what she'd have or would have with Bruce, but he needed help and if she was the one he trusted, then Darcy would too. She moved one hand to pull out the throw-away phone she'd gotten to use while they were here, but left the other nestled at the side of his face. "Do you know her number or should I look it up?"