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unicornkeeper07
Craig didn't know what exactly happened. All of a sudden they was a blast and it made him fly backward and he hit his head on the wall. One very large piece of lego hit him hard in the face causing him to black out for a bit, but he quickly gained consciousness and rushed over to Melanie's side. Panic stretched across his face. "Are you alright?! What in the bloody hell happened?!"
He saw that her back was bleeding and his face went pale white. "Let me look at that," he said urgently as he examined her more closely and with his wand still out, "Episkey!" he said as he pointed it to her wound. "It will help suppress some of the bleeding, but we need to get you to St. Mungo's." He swept her off her feet to carry her and when doing so he touched her stomach. "Don't worry our baby is still strong." He had never been so scared in his life.
Craig loved Melanie unconditionally, but he was deeply concerned about her working in such a dangerous department. If children's legos could be so dangerous imagine what other horrible things the department could encounter. He kept his thoughts to himself. "I would recommend apparating, but perhaps we should be more cautious and take floo powder on my floor to be more safe?"
Melanie couldn't tell where Craig appeared from, his face was the mask of pain and worry. He was talking fast and she barely could tell him she was feeling ok. She felt relieved when he told her the baby was ok but once he swept her off of her feet to carry her in his arms somewhere she nearly screamed
" I'm fine Craig, put me down, I'm just a little dizzy, and sored from all of the action I'm fine!" she didn't want to leave in his arms, it didn't pass the right image.
After all she had handled it quite well, she tried her best to keep everyone safe and those blasted lego's away. It was natural that she was feeling tired.
"I'm fine " she reassured him again, now with a softer voice, trying to smooth down the worry in his face with her hand
" please put me down" she took several deep breaths before telling him what happened. She described the action more accurately she possibly could, and by the end of it she felt like she had been attacked twice.