Shit, shit, shit! It was all George could think as he tried to remember the proper way to take care of this situation. Without magic strong magic, he couldn't really levitate her in a stable position for long and he knew he wasn't really supposed to be picking anyone up, but he'd be damned if he was just going to leave the girl here. He sighed and scooped her into his arms trying to be as careful as he could in picking her up.
"Hey, Hey, Helena. It's me, it's George. You remember me, right? We met once. I'm Fred's brother. He wasn't here with you, was he?" He questioned, his chest suddenly feeling tight as he looked around. If he had been with her when Bellatrix attacked, he wasn't around now and he couldn't think of a good reason Fred would have just left her there. "Hey, I'm going to need you to look at me, alright? All eyes on me, I'll tell you a joke. Knock, Knock." With that, George began carrying her deeper into the town towards the infirmary.