Short story : called the police and ambulance, since nobody else in the square is home tonight. Sat with her for twenty minutes or so until they turned up. Talked to the police. Am shaky and in shock, though obviously not as much as the poor woman down the square. She's 87. Her husband was already in hospital. From being mugged.
I'd do the longer story, but the longer story just involves me freaking out at length about her injuries, and nobody needs to hear that. She'll be fine, and so will I. But I'm not right now. LJ hugs and whatever gratefully accepted.