Oh my god, look at all this blood... well, this dress is ruined, Shelly thought.
Wait, why would you even think of that at a time like this?
I dunno, it just cropped up, is all. No one controls their thoughts completely, you know.
I suppose that's true. Anyway, let's just get him inside and see if Martin can help.
Shelly began to carry Brian inside, with the assistance of one of her friends.