If she hadn't been absolutely petrified, she would have been pacing back and forth waiting for the ambulance. As she saw it approach, her stomach turned in her stomach again. He'd been following her around but this was much different. He was sick again, she had to worry about him. She had to fix him. Had to this time. No matter what it took. The EMTs got out of the car and then she went to go meet them, trying to swallow down nervousness.
There he was, laying in a bed again and smiling at her. She was going to try really hard not to cry. "Hi." she answered, her bottom lip slightly quivering. She nodded at the EMTs, "Yeah I've.. I've got it, thanks.." she went and grabbed a hold of his bed to wheel him inside. Right, freaking out later, she had to tell herself that. Not now. Later.