Throwing him out isn't something that's really occurred to her because she knows he's unlikely to make it far. At best, he'll make it out of the building before collapsing in front of it. And, sure, that's not something that should concern her after all of this, but there's now a small, grudging part of her that isn't entirely indifferent to Shizuo as a person. So, on top of not wanting him to end up passed out in the elevator or lobby for more selfish reasons of remaining in her apartment without eviction, the last hour has served to make her give the smallest of damns about him.

She blames it on the time and energy she's invested in this so far. It's not something she usually does. Even after getting help, she rarely thinks about owing the person who helped her. So that has to be it. (Because she absolutely can't reason liking another person, even if only vaguely.) She's glad she's at his back again as she gives the back of his head a thoughtful look, like it may give her a reason for the tiny collapsed bit of indifference.

"If I wanted you to leave, I would say that." The words are directed at the back of his head and then she's working with the scalpel that's still sticking out of the hole again, sure it's bent in there now. At this point, she couldn't care less about the scalpels. "Don't make me fight with you to keep you in this apartment."

Her hands are working while she talks and while she thinks and it isn't long before she's wrenching the final bullet from his back, bent scalpel following. She lets out a soft sigh with finishing the job then sets to taking care of the last wound, not bothering to pick anything up from the floor once she finishes. Instead, she pushes herself up and moves around him, holding out one hand in an obvious offer to help him up.