Jim blinked at her and then quickly placed two fingers on her neck, checking her pulse. It was still there, though it seemed that she was unconscious. He sighed and shook his head. "He must have done a real number on you, my love," he said quietly as he set her down in one of the chairs. He quickly assessed her wounds, realizing the full extent of her injuries. "He really did do a number on you..." He sighed and patched her up the best he could, making sure it would hold up for long enough that she would be able to make it to the hospital when they finally went to it.<br/><br/>Then he returned to the living room and growled at the man. "You really did a number on my wife," he said. "Why? What do you want with her, huh?"