The cabinet didn't move, instead it stayed stubbornly there, her arms and then the weight of her body pushing against it did nothing. Under the fabric of her gown she could feel something biting through fabric, scratching at the increasing preassure she put on it - likely a shard of glass. The pain brought her a bit more back to herself. She couldn't panic. She had to collect herself, there was no way she could help in this state. She took a deep breathe and let it out and then by some miracle found her reticule with her wand still dangling from her wrist.
With shaking fingers Malou pointed the wand at the cabinet. She didn't trust her ability at nonverbal magic at the moment. Her voice wobbled with the incantation, "Wingardum levoisa." But muscle memory helped her do the wandwork. The cabinet rose slightly under her direction, and worried about the shaking of her hands, she moved it just out of the way of Mr. Prewett and let it and her wand drop.
Then she was crawling toward him, shards of glass biting into her hands. She didn't care. All she cared about was making sure he was alive. He was facing away from her so Malou pulled him by the shoulder, making sure to turn him so his back landed on knees and not the glass surrounding them and reached for his chest. Her hand lingered against the warmth of him as she counted the rises and falls, the heart pumping under her hand. Relief, deep and strong, surged through her and tears formed in her eyes again. She would not cry. Not, because there was blood and a large splinter from a shelf in the cabinet was impeded in his side. She had to find bandages before she remove it. It'd have to be bound first.
Desperately, Malou looked around, his coat was gone with the wind and her hems were stuck under her, his shirt sleeves wouldn't provide enough fabric. It would have to do. Hands still shaking Malou was worried about using magic to cut through his sleeve, she didn't want to cut too deep and harm him further. Instead she grabbed a piece of glass and puckered the fabric away from him and cut it away from his skin. The sound of fabric ripping was lost to the storm that was trying to surround them.
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With shaking fingers Malou pointed the wand at the cabinet. She didn't trust her ability at nonverbal magic at the moment. Her voice wobbled with the incantation, "Wingardum levoisa." But muscle memory helped her do the wandwork. The cabinet rose slightly under her direction, and worried about the shaking of her hands, she moved it just out of the way of Mr. Prewett and let it and her wand drop.
Then she was crawling toward him, shards of glass biting into her hands. She didn't care. All she cared about was making sure he was alive. He was facing away from her so Malou pulled him by the shoulder, making sure to turn him so his back landed on knees and not the glass surrounding them and reached for his chest. Her hand lingered against the warmth of him as she counted the rises and falls, the heart pumping under her hand. Relief, deep and strong, surged through her and tears formed in her eyes again. She would not cry. Not, because there was blood and a large splinter from a shelf in the cabinet was impeded in his side. She had to find bandages before she remove it. It'd have to be bound first.
Desperately, Malou looked around, his coat was gone with the wind and her hems were stuck under her, his shirt sleeves wouldn't provide enough fabric. It would have to do. Hands still shaking Malou was worried about using magic to cut through his sleeve, she didn't want to cut too deep and harm him further. Instead she grabbed a piece of glass and puckered the fabric away from him and cut it away from his skin. The sound of fabric ripping was lost to the storm that was trying to surround them.