Sturgis's head snapped up when he heard her first call and started moving toward the noise. He had his wand out, in case he needed for whatever dire circumstance. She wasn't immediately standing so she had to be pinned to the floor or injured badly.
He saw some movement and darted toward her. Sturgis was stunned by the sight of her. She was no longer wearing a shirt -- it was wrapped around a profusely bleeding wound on her hand. At least, he thought that was her hand, but by the way it was wrapped...
His expression became stern. "What happened?" Sturgis asked in a concerned rush, putting away his wand and kneeling to her. She looked weak. He full-well intended to scoop her up and apparate straight to St. Mungo's. "I'm going to pick you up, all right? We have to get you out of here."
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