Lorcan, meanwhile, had got stuck in the bed. After he'd called to Corrie, he'd started to scoot forward so that he could help her, or at least distract the boggart in turn. A little past the middle, his foot had gone through a weak spot in the mattress with a rending, ripping sound, and right through into the box spring as well and got stuck.
Pulling just got it stuck worse, and Corrie didn't seem to be in any immediate danger; Lorcan forced himself to slow down and carefully position his leg and then carefully work it free. As he did, the boggart talked and he listened, he could hardly help it, though he'd really rather not. Anything he heard under these circumstances would be hard to forget, but he'd never know how true it might be.
He got his leg free at last and fell flat and rolled off the bed on the other side -- no pushing prodding hands or feet to go through anything when rolling. He managed to land on his feet just as the already dim light disappeared completely.
He reached for the bedpost to orient himself, stepping closer to the bed. "What are you doing?" he called at the series of stupefies and some loud thumps. Then there was light, and the boggart in plain view. Lorcan moved around the bed, hoping to at least distract it a little, but the floor was unexpectedly slick. He grabbed the footboard, and a metal rod came away in his hand as he fell. From the floor, he threw it at the boggart; at least he could do that much.
Actually, if all he could do was throw things left handed, at least it'd be a bit of a distraction. He sat up and pulled off more of the footrest -- it wasn't hard -- and threw that at the boggart too. "I can try magic if you want," he told Corrie, trying to sound like he was at least somewhat in control.