Harry hadn't caught sight of Ginny yet. He wasn't even quite sure he was registering faces anymore; he couldn't remember what the people he'd passed even looked like. They were injuries to him, mangled figures, and that was terrible in and of itself. These were people underneath their pain, he wanted to know who they all were. Needed to find out, somehow, in order to stop himself from overdoing the damage that had happened in his head. He needed reality, even if the reality was terrible.
All of his senses were still on edge, in one way or another. The sound of his name made his head jerk up, his breath stop for a moment. He stared in the direction the voice had come from, not quite believing his eyes.
"Ginny?" he said, before he'd even fully comprehended that it was her. Then he was moving towards her, forgetting about everything that hurt as he broke into a run. "Ginny- oh, you're bleeding-" He touched the tangled, bloodied hair on her face with his good hand. She was such a mess, and he was sure he was too. They really - they should go to the hospital, except he wanted to find everyone else, too. Harry didn't know what the right thing to do was anymore.