Faustus had been in situations before when his person had been at risk - it was the hazard that came with being an auror. But it didn’t make the pain any less prevalent, particularly when one was being crushed by a heavy cabinet. Pain split through his side and he heard a strangled shout of agony. His own. The cabinet, filled with ingredients and glass jars, had not only fallen on top of him but the glass had most certainly shattered everywhere. He could feel something digging into his ribs, as if it were pawing for uncertain gold.

He could hear her screams too. Over everything - his own shout of pain, the howling wind tearing through the kitchen - he could hear the panic in her voice. But he had been trapped in such a way that he couldn’t rotate towards her at all. Any attempts to take a breath were impeded by the cabinet. What’s more was that his wand had been in his coat pocket. Not that he could even muster the breath to summon it if he wanted to.

Stars exploded before his vision and Faustus fought the urge to pass out, only managing one rattling breath.