"Jane? Jane! Jane, open the door!"
Walter was stunned into silence as he watched the girl choking on her vomit and heard the voice of the man shouting at the door. Terror coursed through him as he stood in that moment gazing over the two of them in that bed. The banging of the door began as he watched the girl convulsing and in that instant instinct took over contemplation and he pulled the girl onto her side as he rushed back out the door—just in time to escape as the front door was kicked in.
Donald ran hastily toward the bedroom as if he knew what was happening with no forward knowledge. The sounds of his daughter's choking—he'd heard it too many times before—propelled him through the invisible stench of heroin so that only in seconds he was beside her on the bed. Immediately his hand rushed out to slap at her back with all of his strength, giving her the momentum to spit up whatever was left inside of her lungs. She was still choking though and if she hadn't been so high they could have worked on it together but she was out of her mind with no control of her actions. The only thing working was her body's intelligence trying to get her to breathe, trying so hard to get her to breathe.
His mind rushed back to the last time he had found her like this and once again he found himself going through the same motions. It appeared Donald's mind had shut off in order to give him the chance to react quick enough to save her life. In seconds he had her over his shoulders and he was running toward his car. He threw her into the front seat, not bothering with the seatbelt, before jumping into the driver's side and speeding away from the curve. Somehow he had been smart enough to keep the car running. Somehow he had been lucky enough to have that conversation with the man at the bar and had the sense to go back to Jane to pull her back from the throes of death.
It was until he had watched Donald's car zoom off of the street that Walter went to work. He rushed back inside Jesse's apartment to grab the money and whatever else that could be traced back to he and his unfortunate partner. In a large duffle bag he shoved pictures, mementos with names on it, and—with a strenuous attempt of getting into his partner's mind—everything else that could be deemed valuable. In another duffle bag he threw clothes, shoes, socks, underwear and with the three in hand he rushed back to his car. In his mind he was counting down how long it would take to get to the hospital, how long it would take to get Jane checked in, and how long it would take before the police would arrive.
The answer was: not very long.
Back inside he grabbed Jesse's shoulders, shouting, "Jesse! Jesse! Wake up! Wake up!"
But nothing worked.
Walter did not have paternal strength to guide him through the situation and so it took all of his weak muscles to drag Jesse off the bed and down the back steps. There were some bumps and scrapes he knew that would need to be checked out by a real doctor but for the time being all that mattered was getting him out. Walt managed to shove him inside of the car as he ran back inside for the final time to wipe off any fingerprints. On his phone he was calling, calling, calling Saul Goodman in a desperate attempt at searching for a place that would help Jesse and get him out immediately. The first sirens rang as he finished wiping down all of the doorknobs in the house.
"Do you know what time it is?"
The voice growled on the other end of the line.
"My business hours are clearly state-"
"Shut up!" Walter hissed as he jumped into the front seat and began driving as fast as he could away from the sirens, "We need help!"
"What did Boy Wonder do now?" the roll of Saul's eyes could be heard of the phone.
"His girlfriend overdosed."
"Is she dead?"
"No, her father took her to the hospital."
"Well, woopty-do! Good for him."
"You don't understand."
"I understand: a girl that could have died isn't dead. Don't call me, celebrate!"
"Listen!" Walter snapped as he put the phone out of the window so the sirens could be heard.
He lowered the phone in time to hear Saul grumble angrily, "Shit."