He hit the ground with a loud thud, his vision momentarily darkening from the impact. His arms wrapped around her smaller frame instinctively, as though he might further protect her from injury. The notion to retrieve her father was even further pushed from Will's thoughts now. If they couldn't even stand in the doorway without toppling over one another taking a cart down into the bank's depths would be impossible.

Before he could articulate any of these thoughts (or get them both standing) another goblin ran over them, causing Ms. Malfoy to cry out. (In another life, Will would've enjoyed the sounds of her cries, though they'd be in pleasure and not agony.) He sat up quickly and moved to examine her. Whatever injuries she had weren't visible to him, and he wasn't about to disgrace her by publicly lifting her skirts.

"I'm going to apparate us to the hospital." He informed Ms. Malfoy before reaching over to hold her and silently prayed she didn't get splinched. "I'll come back for your father. Are you ready?"