George did something uncharacteristic and grabbed Simon by the hand, pulling him up onto his feet and trying to drag him a safe distance from the soon to be deceased. She didn't know if Simon had his own post-it in the hands of someone else, but if she didn't know about it, it couldn't exactly be breaking the rules to try to save him.
And just as she got halfway to their destination, ignoring any protests or stares, ignoring the fact that this was going to look a little suspicious after all was said and done, a large eighteen wheeler which had lost control, burst through the side of Dur Waffle House, taking out a large chunk of the building where Nurse Rachett had sat. Where Simon until approximately 30 seconds ago had sat.
Though the breaks had gone out in the vehicle, and it swerved to avoid hitting a minivan, the diner thankfully appeared to be enough to stop it. Since the waitress had also moved just in time to other table, no one else, including the driver, was hurt.
Except Nurse Rachett. Who was dead.
George gently let go of Simon's hand and hoping that the rest of the patrons would be severely distracted, tried to make a quiet get away through the kitchen and perhaps through a back door.