With her left hand? Oh, Gods.
Sturgis wrapped her in a strong, comforting embrace. As he stood, he easily pulled her up with him. He shifted so all her weight was pressing into his shoulder as he dipped to hook an arm behind her knees and lift. The motion folded up Marissa. Sturgis shifted to have a better hold on her for disapparating.
The blood soaked shirt was startling to see and she was somehow paler than normal. The fact that she was half-naked and pressed up against him didn't even register with his mind. He held her as close as he could manage and he grimaced when he heard her shaky breathing.
"Put an arm around me and we'll go," Sturgis told her. "Mungo's was hit, too, but they're still taking people in. We'll go there."
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