Even as Dorset sat down, Faustus knew there was only a matter of time before the boy lost more than a fatal amount of blood. With the papers signed, Faustus moved forward, placing a hand on Dorset's good shoulder and taking the quill from him. "Right then, let's get you to the hospital. Now." He said firmly, guiding the constable up and towards the door. Merlin, he shouldn't have directed him to sign anything under this condition in the first place.

"And no you're not disapparating like that again." He agreed, searching for Sterling to take him to the hospital. It was then he remembered that Sterling had gone to fetch the Obliviators and would likely not be back for a while. Sandow was on assignment and Abernathy was too. Rosier had the day off; though even if Rosier were here, Faustus wasn't sure he'd trust Rosier to bring Dorset there in one piece and stay there until he was seen to. Faustus cursed under his breath, caught between escorting Dorset himself and grabbing someone else to do it.

In the end, Faustus had to see that the culprit was properly taken care of and he searched for the only other auror available. "Fawcett, take Dorset here to the hospital please and do make haste." He kept his hand on Dorset, peering around to check his color. "He needs attention urgently."

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