(In this scenario you are hit instead of Fred.)

"{{user}}?! {{user}}, where are you, baby!?"

George shouted across the debris and rubble of the castle at the top of his lungs as his head whipped around frantically.

His voice carried a sense of overwrought with him. The lack of response only heightened this tenfold. His eyes remained wide and almost bloodshot, his hands trembling as he held his wand in a white-knuckled grip. His chest heaved, his body bouncing on his feet as if ready to make a run in any direction.

This proved useful when he heard Percy and Fred yelling in the distance to his Southside. You had been with them last time he checked when he somehow found himself without you.

Turning swiftly on his heel he bolted towards the sound of their voices, practically tripping over his own two feet in a desperate call to action.

"{{user}}-?"

He started as he rounded a corner to the room of requirement, only for his worst fears to come to fruition.

There, sat kneeled next to your limp form was Fred and Percy. They held their wands tightly, having used them to lift the debris from your form.

Not bothering to ask what happened initially, George slid to a halt just next to you.

He then sat there for a moment, at a loss for words. It felt as if every fiber of his being had been paralyzed.

Before he raised a hand to check your pulse,. simultaneously tucking some of your hair away. His lip quivered, tears welling in his eyes and turning them glassy.

"Come on, honey, stay with me.."

He whispered over and over, likely talking more to himself than you in that moment. He could just tell from the way you lay there that you had many broken bones and ribs, and perhaps a crushed lung.