Ford had just enough time to be relieved that it had worked before he realized that something was wrong. If he had taken the time to think about this at all before he'd done it he might have thought Macnair would have let go of him, but truth be told he hadn't considered it one way or another. He'd just been thinking about getting out, and apparition was the only way he could think to do it. The word "fuck," was out of his mouth before he'd even realized Macnair was bleeding. His continued presence here was distressing enough, even without adding any additional emergency.

"You weren't supposed to come with me," he said, unsure if he was trying to make an accusation or offer an explanation or something else entirely. He tried to put a little distance between the pair of them on the pavement and nearly lost his balance, having to shove his hands out to prevent himself from falling over. It was only at this point that he realized something was wrong with Macnair, because he was clutching at his arm. Ford blinked, trying to make sense of it, then realized what must have happened.

"Shit," he muttered, pulling out a handkerchief and pressing it to Macnair's shoulder.

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