There was no way he could tend to her properly here. If by some miracle, she were to survive this, proper medical attention was necessary — and Link was beyond underqualified to play that role.
So, he did the only thing he knew to do. He secured a makeshift bandage around her neck and gently picked her limp body up into his arms, and carried her outside to the cool evening that was blowing in. Mounting the steed was a difficult task, but once he had secured Zelda in front of him in the saddle with a delicate hand around her to keep her head from jostling too much, the reins snapped and they took off to Gerudo Town.
The entire ride, Link could do nothing but reflect on his failure. He had one job: protect Zelda. Twice now he had failed to do so, and this second time brought consequences so far beyond his reach, he was forced to bring her to the aid of someone else all together.
He couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with him — how had he let it come to this?
