If the situation hadn't been so grave, Sabel would have flapped his arms in full freakout mode. But it was grave, too grave. Though Locarn had gathered Alexa into his arms, he still felt his legs give way to end up kneeling beside them, trying desperately to do something about the blood; there was too much.

"She passed out from pain." Sabel nearly snapped, almost calling the other boy an idiot, but again...'grave situations'. Tearing off another section of his shirt, he started wrapping what wounds he could reach, watching in horror as blood soaked through the cloth almost as soon as it was tied.

Then there was another voice; a teacher. Thank the spirits. He let Lorcan do all the talking, not caring what blame was placed where at the moment and continued to do what he could with the blood, his shirt suffering greatly. Too much blood.

Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

"Every bed in Healer Ashfords Hospital Wing is full as are her arms, but I have some dittany back at the Library. If you students would accompany, we could probably help keep her stable until Healer Ashford can see her." He said taking his wand and at least levitating the body from the ground.

Originally Posted by Pink Ninja

Alexa was engulfed in darkness, but could hear others talking... yet not able to make out anything. She felt better somewhere deep inside when she heard an adult's voice. Then she felt herself being lifted magically from the ground. She wanted to scream, help me please! Make the pain go away! But she was not even able to see much less speak.