Helping him up to his feet, she frowned, "I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry, we'll get you fixed up okay? You'll be fine.. I'll do it myself.. come on.. just lean on me, I'll be okay.." slowly she helped walk him out of the bank, telling the police they could come ask questions later. She was busy.
Outside, she stuck him into the passenger seat of the car and got in. "I know you don't like me driving but.. don't really have a choice.." she told him, starting up the car and then driving towards the hospital.
She grabbed her phone and dialed the hospital, hoping to get someone she actually knew on the line.