He didn't want to hurt her and honestly, he didn't know the extent of her injuries. They looked bad, from what he could see in the dim light of his flashlight, but... he couldn't let that stop him from moving her when time was wasting.

So he just hoped she could bare with him a little while longer. He'd take care of her... make sure she was okay soon. First, he had to get out of this house and down the road to where he'd parked the Impala, nice and out of the way. "Shh, gonna be okay," he murmured as he moved--quick and quiet as he could.