The knock is certainly a surprise, and the man behind the door is also a surprise. She blinks, staring at the notepad being pushed into her view, then up at Wrench, taking a small step back. There's some residue of dried blood on the front steps, still in the process of being scrubbed away, and some drops of blood that have yet to be cleared from the carpet in the main hallway behind her.

Margaret nods, gesturing for him to come inside. She closes the door behind him, casting a quick glance out the door to check if anyone else is watching. Nobody, as far as she can see. Good. She walks quickly towards the living room, then roots around in a side table to find a paper and pen of her own. Upon procuring them, she places them on a nearby surface, scribbles something, and then holds it up for Wrench. Her handwriting is a neat, scrawled cursive.

Serious medical? Hospital?

She doubts it's that serious if he's come knocking on her door, but doesn't hurt to ask. Especially with the people in this town who seem reluctant to go to the hospital.