Whumpee yelps at the sudden elevation and grabs onto Caretaker for dear life. They are Not in a state where they should be dropped right now.
They breathe heavily and hold back tears as Caretaker carefully maneuvers them through the doorway out to the car. "I'm getting you help." Caretaker quietly shushes Whumpee as they whimper and whine at the cool misty air as they left the cabin.
"P-Please, I-I don't need a doctor. I'm fine I-I'm really ok."
Caretaker glances down and says calmly "You're shaking like a leaf, buddy, you're as pale as a sheet and you can't hide that bloodstain from me. I don't know what's been going on in my vacation home since I've been here last but I can't say I'm a fan."
Caretaker saw Whumpee shrink into themselves even more as if that were possible. They immediately lowered their voice with a sigh. "Why not? Why can't I get you help?"
"Someone's looking for me and I do Not want to be found."
