fit her into the passenger seat and meeting her gaze would say with a stern face as he looked for the first aid kit in the glove compartment, "Listen, stop it, Kat! You need to clean this wound or you have even more problems than just me!" And he would take out the antiseptic and cotton to clean the wound before applying the bandage. He knew that all she needed was time to heal and he would put on her seatbelt and close the door, locking it with the key until he reached his side.
And once he got in, he was careful to child lock the door and since the unlock button was in the center arm rest, he would rest his own hand over it and begin to drive away. He had the adrenaline pumping through his body as he slammed his palm into the steering wheel to say, "Fuck, that was dangerous! You could have been eaten back there. Is that what you want? Do you like to live dangerously? Is that what this is? Now I gotta worry about keeping you and me alive at the same time?"
And it was a good thing that he drove away when he did because he unbeknownst to him, he was being tracked again but this time, he had an idea and he would reach the seaport and move her into the boat, keeping a tight grip on her wrist as he carried her again and thankfully being to late, he would be able to sail away before the sun was up. And once they were away, he would take her down to the undeck of the sail boat and lock the back entry as he made her sit on the long couch seat of the under deck and say,
"Now, let me remind, this is all shark infested waters in the night, I don't want you trying anything. Can you do that for me?" He needed to steer but he wouldn't leave without a promise. There was now only one way out, to the cabin of the ship where he would be steering the small sail boat as they would leave the waters of the USA to head towards Mexico, for now..