He had just gotten through her ribs when he heard Helena's call. Shit, he couldn't afford to die here. She knew too much. She endangered everything. So instead he stood back up Phoebe's blood all over his hands and slammed his boot down through her ribs to crush her heart if he didn't have time to drink it he would crush it.

he rushed over to the edge of the bed grabbing the trunk and throwing it out the door. Moving and of all things he swooped up Helena into his arms and ran as fast as his body could carry him as he passed the trunk moving down the steps with haste.

"We have to move, act like you have fainted keep hold of the gun." he whispered as he ran with her.