Rudolph kept his grip firm even as he felt the man dig his nails into his arm. He was too far under the chin and had too tight of a hold on him for the shop owner to attempt a bite. Thank goodness for that as he was fairly sure he didn't want those teeth ripping into his flesh. Or really any blood mixing as he heard awful rumors about people who did that. Get one person high and then have them mix their blood with others to get them high. He didn't know the success ratio and he did not really want to find out either. As soon as the man went limp, he released him and scrambled out from under the heavy body.<br/><br/>Avoiding the dark red stain on the floor, he made his way over to Gwen. It wasn't hard to find her. A trail of blood lead straight to her. Kneeling down, he placed his own hand over hers to try and stop the wound. "Gwen! Gwen! Oh bloody fucking hell." Figuring she couldn't hear him curse like that, he shifted into a crouching position and put one arm around her shoulders and the other under the bend in her knees. "This may hurt a bit and I'm sorry for that." He would try to be careful as he lifted her up, but time was essential here. He did not know how long the owner would be out or how long Gwen had to keep losing blood like she was. He had to get her to a doctor. One who hopefully would actually help instead of just adding her to his body collection.