Okay, she had to somehow get four hundred something, no, probably a bit closer to five hundred with the water his fur had soaked up, pounds of unconscious boyfriend from the lake to the school in the middle of a blizzard. Not to mention how she would get them in once they got there. "Why does this feel like it should be some sort of math problem?" Abby grumbled.
Okay, focus. Four or five hundred pounds, it was doable. The issue was how to move him. Even if she could get Hank awake, there was no way that she could risk getting him on his feet and trying to have him walk, not until she could get him checked over. She thought for a moment, trying to recall what she had seen in the few moments she had been in the boathouse. There had to have been something that she could use, some sort of float or…. "Hank, just stay still for me, okay? I'll be right back. Just got to get something to get you back to the school. Just stay still, Furball."
Curtains. Someone had either had some idea about redecorating the place, or they had been dumping an unneeded item, or Abby didn't know what, but the curtains she had spotted would be perfect, thick material with reinforced grommets at the top that she could thread some sort of makeshift rope through to pull. She grabbed them along with more blankets, towels and pillows and hurried back.
"Okay, Furball, just a few minutes and we'll see about getting back to the school." She dropped to the ground beside him and spread the curtain out behind him, reaching out to check him a bit as she did. Still wheezing badly and his pulse was still pounding. Definitely not the greatest, but it would have to do for the moment. At least the bleeding from his head seemed to have stopped, though. That was one good thing. "I'm afraid I might have to break things a little worse than those kids were doing to get in. Don't worry. Your friends can handle fixing any damages. That is if I don't deport the lot of them if I get us back in and find out that they took off without telling us. Just a few minutes and we'll get going, okay?"
Tear a couple of the towels into strips to make rope. At least the towels tore a bit more easily than her attempt to tear her shirt did. That was something. Roll him onto the curtain, use the blankets and pillows for cushioning, and then wrap him up snugly like a furry burrito was the best she could think of to do to get him moved.
He started to again cough as she rolled him onto his back and onto the curtain. "It's okay, Furball. It's just me. It's okay. You're okay."
She really didn't like the sound of those coughs, deep and alarmingly wet sounding, and she pulled hard at the curtain to get it under him properly, before getting him onto his side again. At least she didn't see anything else that was bleeding when she moved him or any obvious indications of broken bones. Hopefully that was another good sign.
"Ab…. Abby?" His voice was weak and shaky, but Abby felt a bit of tension ease when she heard him suddenly calling her name.
"It's okay, Furball. It's me. I'm right here. Just getting things fixed so I can get you back to the school." His eyelids were fluttering, not really staying open and it didn't look like his gaze was really focusing, but he said her name, and she firmly told herself that was a good sign. The way their luck had been going, some part of her had worried that he would wake up thinking he was back on Breakworld and hating her.
The school. Things weren't quite focused and all he could really feel at the moment was pain and confusion, but the school. "Need to get back to the school." He murmured before a coughing spell that took his breath away hit.
"That's what I'm working on. Does anything else hurt besides your chest, Furball? Really sorry about that. I know I ended up breaking some ribs." The way that he was coughing with broken ribs, Abby winced slightly in sympathy, before forcing herself to focus. Sympathy later. Doing what she had to do to get him somewhere safe now. "Hank, I need you to tell me if anything else hurts, okay? I'm getting us to the school but I need to know if there's anything else that's hurt before I move you."
His head shook slightly. The school. Everything was fuzzy but…. Something. There was something, something big and strong, something he should recognize but…. "The school, get to the…." And another coughing spell took the rest of his words away.
" That's where we're going. Just a few minutes." At least he didn't seem to have anything else that was hurting, although with the unfocused look in his eyes, Abby wasn't entirely sure that he would be the best judge of other pain or potential injuries at the moment. "Just a few minutes, okay? Just got to get you all wrapped up and then we'll get going." She tucked the pillows under the blankets to provide padding, to hopefully keep the movement from jarring his ribs too much, before tugging the curtain around him, and securing him into a furry burrito with some of the makeshift ropes.
"Abby?" There was more coughing, just saying her name but he had to tell her, had to…. There was something out there, he should know what that something was but it was swimming just out of his grasp. But there was something he had to warn her about.
"Furball, I know it's hard, but just try not to talk right now, okay?" Abby checked things over, quickly. Things looked as secure as they were going to get. She started to quickly thread the rest of her makeshift rope through the grommets. "Let me do the talking for now."
"Ab…"
"No talking." Abby ordered him. She really didn't like the sound of those coughs. "I'm getting us to the school. Don't worry about it and I know there's something out there. I have a plan. It's going to be fine." She had the rope threaded, and tied to give her something to pull to drag him with. "It's going to be fine. You just stay awake for me, and try not to talk for a few minutes, okay? I'll have us inside in no time." She stood and grabbed the handle that tying the towels had created, relieved when her bundled up boyfriend slid a couple of inches in response to her tug. "Back inside in a few minutes, Furball. And then I just might have to see about deporting a few people." This would work. She could make this work. Just focus on pulling and moving him a few inches at a time. This would work.