His first instinct was to call Gina.
"What do I do?" Carisi pants anxiously into the phone as soon as she picks up. He had run over to Frannie, lying in the street. She is still breathing. Sarah's dog is yipping softly nearby and Winky is standing quietly at his owner's feet with sorrowful, worried eyes.
"Gina, what do I do? It's Frannie, 'Manda's dog. . . " Despite his total panic, he still reaches out to stroke Frannie's chin gently, trying not to transfer his fear to her. "It's okay, girl. You're gonna make it. Just hang tight."
"Sonny where are you?"
He tells his sister where he is, but not what had happened. But she has an idea.
"Sonny, listen to me," she says firmly. "It sounds like Frannie's in distress. You need to get her to a vet."
"A vet. Yes, a vet." Still looking down at Frannie, stroking her chin, he says, "We're gonna get you to the doggie hospital and patch you right up, okay? Everything's gonna be okay, Frannie."
She makes a slight motion with her head, almost like she wants to lick his hand but can't quite do it.
Carisi hears his sister's voice through the phone again. "We need to find an emergency pet hospital near you. One that's open on Sunday. Can you do that Sonny?"
"I … I don't think so – " He starts to lose it as the white fluffball starts yapping right in Frannie's ear in earnest.
"BACK OFF!" he yells at the tiny dog and then shakes his finger at it. "She was trying to save you, you ungrateful – "
Sarah reaches down and grabs her dog away. "I'd better go."
"Yeah, you do that," Carisi snarls back at her.
"Sonny." His attention is drawn back to his sister on the phone. "I found a place. You stay right there okay? Keep Frannie warm."
She hangs up.
"Warm, yes warm." He puts the phone back in his pocket and then yells out to the crowd. "Hey, does anyone have a coat or something?"
Four women come towards him, quickly removing their jackets and handing them over without a thought. Carisi makes a little warm 'pillow fort' for Frannie out of them, trying to get her as comfortable as possible as they wait for Gina to arrive.
Oh God - he realizes he's got to call Amanda.
The call comes in as she's in between activities with Jesse. She smiles as she sees the goofy picture of him come up on her phone. But when she answers it, she's in for the shock of her life.
His voice is unintelligible – and he's crying.
"Carisi, slow down. I can't understand what you are saying."
There's a muffle and suddenly a woman's voice is on the phone. "Amanda."
"This is Gina. I'm taking Sonny to the animal hospital with Frannie. I'll text you the address."
Amanda's stomach drops and something heavy settles into it. Jesse looks up at her anxiously from her stroller, but she doesn't even notice her baby girl. She just whispers, "Frannie."
As soon as the text comes in, she's in motion. She doesn't understand anything except that Frannie is in trouble and she needs to hurry.
She sees Carisi in the waiting room, face pale and haggard, his sister by his side.
"What happened? Where's Frannie?"
Carisi looks up at her with guilt and shame in his eyes and she grows hard with a semblance of understanding.
"What happened?" she asks angrily.
Gina stands up and touches her on the back, guiding her. "Let's go talk to the staff. The vet's in surgery with her right now."
"What?!" She spins on Carisi. "What happened to Frannie? I asked you to take care of her."
"Not, now," Gina says, and tries to lead her away again. Amanda shoves her off.
She comes right up into Carisi's face, "Huh?"
His only answer is in the form of silent tears that start to drip from his haunted eyes.
"That's enough," Gina says.
"I don't think it is," Amanda snaps at her and turns back to Carisi.
"What right do you have to cry? Huh? She's MY dog. MY baby." Her breath hitches in her throat. "My Frannie."
"I'm sorry, 'Manda," he says quietly and looks down, shaking. He clasps and unclasps his hands in an attempt to steady himself.
His apology is wasted on her. She is still angry. "I asked you to watch her. What the hell is wrong with you that you can't even keep her safe? Not even for what - like an hour?"
So quietly she can't make out his words, he mutters to the ground, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
She pushes air through her teeth and waves dismissively, not even bothering to try any longer. "You two need to leave."
"If that's the way it has to be." Gina turns to her brother matter-of-factly and says, "Okay Sonny, time to go. You need some rest."