"I think you need a healer," Lorcan said. Not that that was going to be simple. Apparition could make things worse, Min wasn't moving until he fixed her, and it was a five minute walk to Hogsmeade -- she certainly wasn't going to do that if she could barely stand. And he thought she was still bleeding from her hand, though the flow of blood was very sluggish.
"I only know magic first aid," he said in frustration. And with that charred spot on the wall, he thought pointing a wand at someone was too dangerous tonight. There had already been enough accidents. "Here," he added, guiding her over so she could lean against the bedpost while he shrugged out of his shirt (except for the ghost part, a ragged strip around his arm which oddly stayed behind). He wasn't going to be tearing it into pieces one handed (actually he wasn't sure how anyone did that two handed), but he could wrap it around her hand and maybe it would help with the bleeding. It had to be better than nothing.
That done, he slid back into a supporting position to help her down the stairs and back around the house to her room. He could leave her there to fetch a healer if he needed to; he wasn't going to leave her here.