Timothy might have been dizzy and becoming more confused by the minute, but he saw the wand being drawn and it made him leap back - or well, stumble back at least - his heart beating fast in his terror at something happening again, his arms only bleeding all the more due to his panic. The wand wasn't pointed at him, but it's owner came close and touched him and Timothy shook underneath his hand.
"Please, leave me alone, please. I didn't want those things to happen, I didn't mean for those things to happen. Just, just leave me here, just leave me here." He was still scared but the words had been soothing and concerned. Either way, he didn't want to be saved now, he'd just wanted to see Aster and be done but he didn't think he had time. He fell against the other boy at the gentle persuasion, not slipping in the snow but suddenly caught in vertigo. His colour was almost visibly draining from him while the snow under his feet seeped red in contrast, his robes black with blood.