It's such a conflicting state of mind to be in. Half of her is scared to death for him, bleeding from the head after being shot at. The other half of her still wants to kick his ass for getting her into this mess, for clearly lying, for holding so much back as she knows he must have.

Decency, and the fact that she still loves him despite all this mess, win out. "How about if you make the phone call. I'll see what we have in the bathroom that I can use to at least stop the bleeding until we can get you looked at."