Mute looks at her. He blinks and picks her up. Picking her bike up and hides it so well no one would know where it was but him. And he climbs onto his motorcycle. "Back to my house. I'll tend to that wound." he says softly. Setting her down in front of him. Tearing the sleeves off his shirt and moves her hand. Pressing the folded over sleeves against the wound. Then puts her hand back on it. "Hold the pressure to keep it there. Alright Sarah? We're going to be going fast. And I need one hand to steer with." he says. And puts the shades back on. "Let's ride." he says. Sounding like the Ghost Rider. And then starts up the motorcycle. He drives them back to his house and opens the front door. Turning the motorcycle off. His neighbor sold him the bike and he planned to keep it. He puts the kickstand down and carries her inside. Turning the light on and sets her down. "I'm going to tend to that now." he says. Kicking the door shut and pulls out tweezers and surgical sewing needle and thread that will dissolve when the wound is healed. And bandaging. And starts to pull the bullet out.