Shh, it's okay. It'll be out soon, don't touch it. You'll go to the hospital soon, I promise.

[Keeping a hold of Ingo's hands, and touching at Ingo's face, trying to distract him and keep his attention.]

Silver's okay. He's with Miss Hilda, remember? They won't get themselves hurt as long as they're together.

[AH HAH. It doesn't matter now anyway. Emmet takes a chance to glance up - Cameron is even helping out, dispersing the crowd with a megaphone while Ramses pinned the woman against the ground, his knee pressing into her neck to keep her down. The crowd was clear, there was a straight path. Good...]

Any minute now, the EMT will make it. Hold on, just a little longer, Ingo.