"James! You've gotta come now! It's Lily!" Alice was crying. A lot.
"What happened? Is she okay? What's wrong? " James was dumbfounded. Lily was clumsy, but what could have gotten calm Alice into such a twist?
"Wall see rik ur voonditck nd vrashed!" Alice tried to speak while crying.
"Yeah, Alice, see, no one can understand you." Sirius said.
Alice beckoned to James while running out of the Common Room, James sprinting behind, never a foot behind Alice.
"It's everywhere! Her-" Alice broke down into another crying fit.
"Her what?" James's question was soon answered.
Lily lay mangled on the Quidditch field. Her hair was spread out behind her head, glinting in the sun. Her legs were bent in a way that should never be bent, her arms even worse. Her spine was arched back unnaturally. But the worst thing was the river of blood seeping out of her.
"LILY!" James screamed in desperation.
Her breathing was fast, uneven.
"LIL! Alice, get Madam Pomfrey, now!" James's voice was brisk; he meant business.
Alice scurried away.
"James…" A small wail escaped out of Lily's mouth.
" I'm right here, Lil. Its going to be okay, alright? Its going to be okay." It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.
Madame Pomfrey arrived, brandishing her wand.
"Out of the way, Potter!" Madame Pomfrey had always been bossy.
In a minute, Her broken limbs were fixed, but would never be the same again. It was the never-ending waterfall of blood that was the problem. It took Madame Pomfrey two whole minutes to find the source, at the small of her back. Well, it took up the whole of her back; you could see her spine. By then Lily was unconscious, and had lost more than half her blood. Yet she was still alive. That was all James needed. Barely soon enough, house-elves arrived with a stretcher to take Lily to the Hospital wing, her blood forever staining the stark white sheet.
