Jesse had wanted Fred to have more time to herself to recover what needed to be recovered and to heal. She didn't need a hundred people bombarding her with questions on what she could and couldn't remember, and as much as he wanted to, stepping in there didn't seem like the right thing to do. Especially not after what he'd done with the Joker.
He couldn't, however, ignore the direct call.
Her voice was like a bright beacon in the darkness, crying out with need and sadness. With a pain that he didn't like his friends to have. So he didn't give it a second thought, and appeared for her. Careful to stay back some, so she wouldn't feel intimidated or too surprised.
Jesse took in the scene before him, frowning.
"You call, darlin, I come runnin." He said it quietly, eyes skating over Fred and the blood on her. Jesse didn't need to have the powers that he had to see that somebody wasn't alive. He made sure, though, that none of the blood was hers, doing a brief scan. Not touching her, not moving nearer, just using his abilities to assure himself, though he could see that she was shaken, not cut.
He'd worry about the other person in a bit, Jesse didn't think that the dead would mind waiting.