A bullet hole formed on the inside of her thigh even without the trigger being pulled, but Molly just stared at Harry's back, gaping with her crushed heart plain to see on her face. That love she had for him almost painfully obvious in her eyes, denied time and time again it was a wonder it hadn't begun to turn to resentment seemed to be all there was to her at the moment as she bled out. No Thomas being told to take care of her. No Mouse came to stand over her while Harry's brother called to air transport to a ship. It was as if that love was flowing out from her wound.
"Wait!" If there was pain from her leg it didn't show as Molly lurched to her feet to go after Harry, her hand stretched out towards him in desperation. "Don't leave me here! You can't leave me here!"