Hermione took a couple of deep, steadying breaths as George and the beast continued waging war. She could only hope and pray that help was on the way. She didn't want to leave George alone, but she was watching the blood pool around Anthony... George had a fighting chance. Anthony could be dead within minutes if he kept bleeding like that. And Hermione didn't dare try to do any healing herself. She closed her eyes, then wrapped her arm around Anthony's shoulders.
"Hold on." She whispered. Her wand was out, and she turned on the spot--apparating them straight into the lobby at St. Mungo's. The pain was a good thing, it was helping her concentrate on apparating and not be distracted by the chaos around her. Once they arrived safely in the lobby, Hermione collapsed underneath Anthony's weight, giving a help as she hit the floor. She was very pale now, and incredibly light-headed.