There was so much blood. Casper wasn't sure where hers ended and his began. It had been horrific. Reinforcements had arrived to deal with the mess, but he had hobbled off for St. Mungo's on his own.
A young girl had magicked herself into a floating bubble by accident and her governess couldn't get her back down. Being that it was an accidental magic issue in a muggle park, Casper took the job himself and obliviators would apparently follow soon. He tried to coax the girl down with words, had tried to magic the bubble down, but to little effect. It had happened at the same time as he was just about to try summoning the bubble, that it suddenly popped. Casper watched in horror, too slow to do anything, as the girl fell squealing from the sky and landed, impaled, on the wrought iron railings enclosing the park. He had run to her but she wasn't moving. Her governess was shrieking blue murder. In shock, Casper had tried to do something but he hadn't wanted to make the injuries worse in case she somehow wasn't dead, but then he'd gotten blood all over himself. He had then vomited a few times and after finishing that, got a face full of the governess' purse. She had been very strong and very persistent in her battery of his face.
Bleeding and bloodied and very dazed, he entered the reception of the hospital. There were tears mixed in with the blood on his face and it was with a pathetic sort of sobbing whimper that he collapsed on the floor. Rather than be unconscious there, however, he started to cry softly to himself.