That's the problem. He wants to wait and Mick knows damned well that he shouldn't. So he walks, at least until she touches his hand and stumbles hard.

"Sara?" Mick is quick to act, scooping an arm beneath her shoulders to keep her from falling hard to the deck. His second arm dips beneath her knees and he's carrying her at a quick clip into medical, yelling for Gideon to come online and freaking do something.