Okay, he definitely heard her that time. Ralph was sure it was Miranda, or made himself believe it was because he didn't want to believe it was anyone else. His plan was to come here and get Miranda first, so that was exactly what he was going to try to do. Of course, if there was anyone else around here, he would obviously help them, but---
Out of the corner of his eye, Ralph caught the movement of the door's swing. He turned completely in time to watch it slam shut again, but that didn't matter. Someone was in there, that's what he'd been hearing, and all that mattered was that he finally knew where to look.
Praying it was the someone he was looking for, Ralph jumped across the room to wrench the door back open. Just please don't be a Death Eater. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust, but once they did---
"Miranda!" Ralph exclaimed with such relief that he nearly forgot that he had just found her half covered with things in a closet. Though his relief quickly faded once he noticed the blood sopping down her face once he helped her up. "Oh shit," he observed, unable to control his mouth. Maybe it was better if he didn't look directly at her head? Finding it hard (the fact that he was much taller than her did not help), Ralph tightening his grip under her arms while he kicked things out of the way to give her a clear path.
"Are you okay? What happened? Where's--- can you walk?'
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