He hops in after them.

She reappears where they disappeared, she looks up, spotting Virus nearby.

(Ping)

The carriage was still nearby. Ash and Puck staggered across the street, Ash dragging Puck with him. When they got to the carriage, Ash shouldered Puck into it and jumped into the driver's seat, Grimalkin bounding up beside him.

She dives into it, beginning to examine Puck's injuries.

Puck, sprawled on the floor of the carriage, gasping, his blood is now seeping over the floorboards. "Hold on!" Ash yelled as soon as everyone was in, and brought the reins down on the horse's flanks with a loud "Hiya!" The horse leaped forward with a squeal. They galloped through a red light, barely dodging a honking taxi. Cars blared, people shouted and cursed, and the sounds of pursuit faded behind them.

He grips the floor with his claws, his fur bushing out.

She can't really see the wounds with all the blood so she begins cleaning it with cotton.

Puck has stopped moving. Preoccupied with driving the carriage Ash barely looks back, but Grimalkin leaped to the floor and trotted up to the body. Puck's face was the color of eggshells, his skin cool and clammy. Grim examines Puck and jumps up beside Ash again. "The park," he said calmly. "We take him to the park. The dryads should be able to help him." Should. How subtle the phrasing.

His tails flick again.