[He felt like perhaps this might be a trend, one where he continues to become her savior, her hero, and he had no qualms protecting her- he just hated he had to do it in the first place.

As he held her in his arms and trotted down the hall, he shook his head at her words, refusing to let go of her.]

My wounds are not my concern, they do not bother me- I will not let you go, not during this.

[He could be treated later, he thought, he couldn't afford to set her down and have someone else grab her, even with his face bruised, swollen, his lip and eyebrows busted open and bloody, from when he had been beaten before.]

Not until you are fully safe and out of here.