"Yes please, and -" He shrugs. "Not orthodox for protective custody, but my house has a guest room." He's going to rely on Bella to have her priorities straight and do that... thing... that will let her play invalid for the requisite days remaining. She can at least acknowledge having some of the casts off, enough to be able to walk around.
She twirls away and heads up the stairs, returning shortly with Judith preceding her.
"Mrs. Hammond," Charlie acknowledges with a polite nod. "I'm here to recommend that you come with me and let me take you into protective custody. Assuming his check clears, your husband made bail. There's a risk to you, in a case like this."
Charlie raises an eyebrow - this does not seem to him the key point here - but doesn't say anything.
"So," says Hilary. "How's Bella?"
"Well," Charlie says. "Better than you usually expect somebody who was hit by a car to be. She'll probably go back to school, next week."
"That's heartening!" She glances up the stairs after Judith. "Guess I should be packing too, but I guarantee you I'll take ten times as long. Want a muffin? Think fast, or she'll be back before you say yes."
She may not like packing, but apparently she's very good at it. She has one small suitcase, neatly zipped, a purse, a coat, and a hat.
Charlie plucks a muffin from the plate. "Bella can let you in the house - I'll call her ahead," Charlie tells Hilary. He nods to Mrs. Hammond, and leads her out to the cruiser, taking a bite of his muffin.
Judith also grabs a muffin on her way out. Hilary takes the remaining two for herself, and spends the next half hour or so dithering over her belongings before she finally gets out the door with one medium-sized suitcase and a backpack containing all her cookbooks and a few things from the kitchen.
"Thanks for letting me know, Dad," Bella says. [Hilary's going to stay at my house while your dad is bailed out,] she informs Alice. [I get to play still-have-a-broken-arm-and-a-limp.]
[Fun,] says Alice. [On the other hand, betcha she'll spend the whole time baking you cakes. She did that when I came home from the hospital. It was cute.]
[Ooh, nice.] Bella illusions up the requisite trappings of injury, after poking around in Alice's head for details on what's plausible. She could pentagon herself medical knowledge, but this is pretty convenient already.
[I'd imagine. I mean, this is Hilary we're talking about.] Bella conjures herself a pair of crutches.
...She decides to wish herself a really cooperative metabolism. That turns out to only take a pentagon; some humans actually have those.
The doorbell rings. [She appears!] Bella gets up and leans on her acting skills to hobble convincingly up to the door and pull it open. "Hilary! Charlie mentioned you were coming," she says.
"Hi! You look very three-dimensional," says Hilary. "Where's your guest room? I brought cookbooks!"
"I am not a pancake. I eat pancakes for breakfast," says Bella. "Guest room is up the stairs, second door on the right. Cookbooks, yay!"