Okay, Shmoopers, we're not exactly sure what's up with you. We're pretty sure you're a little freaked out by this whole "I'm sorry, but I'll tell you what I'm going to do about it" thing. We also know that you've got a crush on Shmooper, so we can't blame you for being a little creeped out by the whole "Hey, I'd like to talk to you" thing, right? Well, we can blame you, too, because we've been waiting for you to show up at the right time, right on time, with the right amount of booze, and the right kind of foot injury, and we'd really like to hear it from you, right off the bat. Okay, we know that's not going to happen, but Shmoopin' it up a little bit. He's got a pretty good idea of what to do: he's going to take her to the nearest hospital, and he'll give her a ride back to her house, where she'll be able to get some fresh air and some fresh water. He also has a plan to get her a taxi, but he wants to make sure she doesn't get hurt