"Okay," Derek says slowly. She's acting like she's in shock, and Derek doesn't really know how to deal with this. Getting her off the street would probably be good. He takes the dog's leash and puts a hand on her lower back, gently steering her towards the park. "Come on."

He helps her sit down on a bench and then sits next to her, reaching out to pet the dog's head when it whines. He doesn't know if she wants to talk about it, but she's near catatonic and covered in blood, so Derek isn't going to leave her there. He sits next to her and presses their shoulders together, trying to be a comforting presence at her side.