"Don't pass out, don't pass out! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The bullet was out, fortunately, and that meant that she wasn't going to get any more poisoned. But she'd already lost a fingernail, and that probably meant that she was plenty poisoned already. Meaning he had to get her home.
Peter tried to pick her up and stumbled. She wasn't large by any means, but neither was he. Whimpering a little, he pulled out his wand again. "Wingardium Leviosa!" She started levitating, allowing him to pull her along. The flat wasn't too far away, but still not nearly close enough. With every step, Peter said insistently, "Don't die, don't die, don't die..."