Carter's mind spins out for a few seconds. 'I don't like this, it's weird. Who is she? What was she doing here? What happened to her? ...This is a bad place to be hanging around with only questions to keep you company.'
Reflexively he reaches back and tugs on the handle of his parang, popping it in and out of the modern style kydex sheath that's slung across his back. It's a nervous habit; it makes a slight pop sound as the handle slides free of the molded material and another when it goes back in. He finds it oddly comforting, like clicking a pen, but better. *pop pop pop* He secures the blade again, decision made: 'Move first, figure out later; can't leave her.'
Carter hauls the girl up into a fireman's carry on his left shoulder. "Common miss, we can't stay here."
Walk out of bloodbank, not too fast, can't get tired.
Cellphone: Harry Jones
"Harry, this is Carter. I found a girl injured in the blood bank on <location>. Unconscious. Appears to have slashed her own wrist. There were vamps in the room with her, but I didn't see them touch her. I don't understand this. I think I need to take her to <location of doctors> to get her patched up. But you know how corrupt they can be these days...if she's a donor this could end badly. I figured someone should at least know where I was...Are you busy?"
If out of blood-bank without incident: Go toward medical services. the clinic Harry suggested, look keep an eye out for followers.