Lily tried to push herself up but immediately cried out in pain — something, somewhere, bruised or broken. With the dragon still swinging wildly, Harry’s spells glancing, Harry still being there and in danger, she couldn’t focus long enough to locate it.
“Go,” she yelled, as his second hex did nothing. “Get help, Harry!”
The last syllable of his name mingled with another cry of pain as she tried to stand up again, her shoulder screaming out (ah, there it was — that was the problem). She barely made it to standing, and only realised when she had that she had placed herself right in the thing’s path.