"Bailey's gonna be just fine," Meredith says, nodding. "Now, we're gonna need to grab a couple things so I can get her all taken care of. If I run and get them, can you stay right here and wait?" She's definitely going to want some kind of rubbing alcohol to disinfect the wound after the fact, and she doesn't want to risk trying to extract the glass with her bare hands. There's a drug store pretty nearby, though, and they're things she would need around the house anyway. Besides, she knows how badly someone can want to help her dog. "You're gonna be my helper, Clementine, and just keep comforting her, alright?"