Bane was in the car and poked his head out. "If your coming later, take Clara with you. Trust me, you will want too. We will talk at the hospital" He started the engine and drove off. Bane looked back at the guards and siad "You two, make yourselves useful and put pressure on that wound. You both look like you served so you know what you're doing" 

Clara was by the front door, a over night bag in hand and wearing her jacket. "Who did this to her, my lord? Please..."