It took him time and getting through a load of denial for it to truly sink in that he'd let this happen again. She's gotten good at writing him even the quickest of notes before the Doctor snatches her away, but there's no sign of struggle around their little flat either. She just hadn't come home one night and Frank had spent it in an endless loop around and around Hell's Kitchen and come up empty. It almost made him want to pick up smoking just for his frayed nerves, but as always, he knows much better ways to spend his time.

Unfortunately, the smash and grab needed to rescue Clara doesn't give him enough time to properly take care of their mutual friends here. He does take down a couple guys, and messily, but it's not nearly enough - especially when their targets hit. He's coming back for the man who pulled that trigger and not even Humpty Dumpty will be able to put him back together again when he's through.

He has to shove all the rage back inside in order to give Clara what she needs right now. Thankfully, nothing went in too deep, but he's no doctor. He only knows what keeps him alive, but those are some low standards especially for this miracle of a woman who blew into his life one day and refused to leave. He's definitely not going anywhere any time soon so her fears are unfounded when she (predictably) tries to force herself up alone.

"Watch it, Evel Knievel. Not so fast." He puts his wrist across her shoulder to bar her moving any further before scooping his other giant hand into the small of her back to help her sit up properly, fluffing the pillows behind her to support her as she goes. Usually, he lets Clara be Clara no matter how reckless she decides to be, but for the duration of her recovery he's not taking no for an answer. His expression does soften though the moment he lays eyes on her finally-conscious face. "You really scared the Hell out of me, lady."