Worried beyond measure when she presses into him, he dipped low and swung her easily into his arms. A quick glance told him no one was in the stairwell, so he wasted no time in Disapparating them straight into the flat.
He lowered her onto the sofa gently, propping a pillow behind her head, and summoned a wet cloth from the kitchen as well as a bottle of water from the fridge. He placed the cloth over her forehead and then took her arm in his hands, gingerly.
"Right then. Tell me what happened while I have a look at this arm."