Redhawk Caldera Hippos Can't Ice-Fish

The Doctor was watching the babe stumble and tumble worth the praise of a mama deer, and soon she had stood. It was also evident that the doll had a drive to get away from El, which only caused him to worry more. Did Som Som bump her head? Or was this an issue of brain damage?
Hell, was it both?
And was it fixable?

Only time would tell. They would have to race her quick to the safety of the infirmary, lest he hafta raid his stash again for more medicine, but being out in this cold, it could progress into ammonia, and he,

Oomph.
Did a sack of potatoes drop on his back? What in sam's hell of America...

Oh, it was his little cheer girl.
A freezing and delusional babe who thought he was a damn trolley horse.
Nope, nope, no no, missy.

Slowly, he downed himself, and slip her soaking butt off of his back.
He was doing this to get her to walk. She had to. If she didn't get the blood flowing back into her limbs, they would die.

"Babe, ya gotta walk it. When you wake your legs back up, I'll carry ya all you want. But I'd I don't get you to walk, your legs are gonna die, then you'll need to get them chopied off. Walk with me, sweets."

Ash sincerely wanted her to understand her life was going to be put in jeopardy if she didn't cooperate, but with El here, the doc had a better chance of Somnia listening.
But how could he get him to get Somnia up and walking?
How?