Bill Denbrough

"We can't just leave it," Beverly says without thinking, half to herself, the words quiet. It isn't as if she thinks he would, but it's the first thing that comes into her head. Even if she doesn't know what the animal is, this strange little bird-like creature with big eyes and a squawk that isn't quite like anything she's heard before, it wouldn't be right to abandon it to fend for itself while injured. Chances are, no one else will stop. Or maybe that's just the part of her that's spent a lifetime in Derry talking, that knows without a doubt that no one there would have.

She crouches nearby, still hesitant in turn. "Maybe we should call a vet?"