Jonas flinched when she glared at him. Maybe he should just stop talking and save them all the trouble of his idiotic comments. He was trying to stay calm, but his panic was fluttering out of control. So out of control that he'd momentarily forgotten that he was a wizard.
Your wand, your wand, your wand!
He hastily reached around to his back pocket. A helpless grimace crossed his face when he proffered a splintered bit of wood that was no longer than the width of his palm. Jonas tossed away the wand remnants when Kobe went into hysterics.
She couldn't feel her legs. Oh, this was bad.
Jonas slid from sitting on his haunches to drop his knees to the pavement. Swallowing over the knot of fear in his throat, he reached out to stay her squirming, but stopped short of touching her. He looked around wildly in attempt to think of something -- some sort of plan to help her.
Well, his other mates were there and maybe, the two of them would be skilled enough to levitate the sign off of her?
Climbing onto to shaky but determined legs, Jonas called out to the drummer -- only to learn that their bassist had buggered off. Brilliant. The drummer pulled out his wand, but his attempts to lift the sign just jostled things around a bit. Kobe's cries made Jonas feel sick and he waved off the drummer.
"Just -- just go to Mungo's," he stammered. "Get a mediwizard. I'll stay with her."
The drummer was gone and Jonas timidly knelt down next to her once more. "Kobe," he tried gently as he reached out and seized her arms. "I--I--" he forgot his words at the sight of blood in her hair. He drew in a sharp breath. "I'm sorry. I don't think there's anything I can do until Philip comes back."
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