"Its ok." Don quickly shook his head. "Charlie's not here."

And judging by her tone, he was glad they weren't there. Quickly he opened up his jacket, rolling it up to place it under her head. Then, he opened up the bag he got. His eyes could help but light up a bit. Food and good supplies. He could use these. He could use all of this.

And the car.

"Don't move," he murmured as he tried to shift Susannah enough to be comfortable, and to put the jacket under her. "And don't worry. You'll pull through."