For heaven's sake!
Gabriel pressed his hands against the wall for another moment, somehow managing to stay upright throughout the quake. The quake! The earthquake? Here, in Diagon Alley? Gabriel's brow furrowed, not believing for a second that an earthquake had been the actual reason, no, that did not make sense at all. They were being bombed again, that had to be. Gabriel's ears perked at the sound of the wireless that was going over the speakers in the corridors. They were saying it was an earthquake! All of--the Ministry? Oh Christ, that meant St. Mungo's was hit as well, and Rebecca!
Gabriel pushed himself off the wall, glad that his legs hadn't shaken from underneath him, and started to follow the crowd out when he heard the shout for help. He paused, wondering if he'd actually heard it, but---he had to check. Gabriel imagined someone just walking away from Rebecca, and the idea twisted his gut painfully.
"Hello!" he called into the seemingly empty space. They had cleared out so quickly, maybe they had missed someone hidden underneath the mess? Gabriel slowly made his way between the toppled desks and cabinets, hoping that the floor didn't give way beneath him. "Who's there?" Gabriel ducked his head under a fallen bookshelf, and held back a sound of panic at the sight of Greta.
Gabriel straightened. He really should not attempt to move these things in case he hurt her more. He'd read about it, what if the pieces were keeping her body together and he adjusted things the wrong way...Merlin's beard, this was absolutely surreal. Gabriel bent down again and pulled out his wand, muttering a lumos.
"Greta," he called out, waving his wand around. Gabriel dropped to his knees, "You need to tell me what hurts, all right?" She looked ready to pass out, he needed to keep her awake, "Can you do that?"
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