"Is that so?" Alan raised an eyebrow at hearing this news about a head injury. Granted, he might've been too quick to notice anything but he hadn't seen something like that himself. The fact that she didn't want to call the police to report the attack was also more than a little suspicious...and worrying.

However, he knew better than to push the issue right now. The poor girl was clearly shaken up and scared, so the last thing she needed was to be drilled with questions. As such, he simply shook his head and tried to smile,"Well, if I saw one of my valued customers unhappy in front of me and I didn't do anything, I'd be pretty terrible at my job, wouldn't I?" He finished bandaging the burns, "There. I'm no doctor but I'd suggest you steer clear of any heavy lifting for a while,"

He then proceeded to head to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of water for his guest,"Here. Drink up," He took a seat in the other chair and flipped on the television, surfing through channels though it seemed like every other one had some sort of segment about the bomb attack. Alan automatically switched the channel when those came up as this was the last thing he or anyone else needed to be reminded of right now. 

With a sigh, Alan turned to address his guest, "Lindy...I know you said you didn't want any cops involved but...do you at least want to go to the hospital? Like I said, I'm no doctor, so a real one might be able to help you more. Also, don't worry about my Mom. She'll take us.." He gestured to her sleeping form, "Trust me. We explain the situation and she'll get us there in ten minutes or less."