His ears picked up her whines, and with a small growl deep in his throat, he kicked off with his back legs, moving to a run. He was slower then normal, but it was a bit faster then actually walking. He crashed into the room, looking around rapidly. Once he found where she was, he hurried over to her.

Stopping by her bed, he reared up on his hind legs, panting heavily. He let out a low rumble, reaching out to nudge her face softly. He rested his head down then. His own blood rubbing onto the bed, his chest caked in it even if he had stopped bleeding. He gently nudged his head underneath her hand, so she could feel him and know he was there. [@Arista]