He doesn't have a good answer for the question. He should've taken her straight to the doctor, had her checked. But he wanted her home. And he notes her dodging his questions, looking away.
She's overwhelmed, he tells himself. "Seemed like a good idea at the time. Get away from all of that. I'll get the doctor here. He can check you over." He sits back, withdrawing hands from her. She seems cold, hard. Pulling away already and he'd just gotten her back.