Not even the ring could make her feel warmer anymore. Nonetheless, she twirled it around her finger, pretending she could see it, and that it wasn't too dark.
Moments later, she felt herself being pulled out of the room.
"All clear!" Mad-eye shouted.
"Alex!" Timothy yelled, and ran into the room.
He rolled her over onto her back and she let out a howl of pain, which turned into a coughing fit of blood.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" he said. He drew his hands away, not wanting to touch her again.
They got her to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey told everyone to go away. A lot of people were there.
"No…" she groaned, coughing. "Timothy…"
"I'll stay, Alex," he said. Her hand twitched and he grabbed hold of it. She whimpered in pain but when he heard and almost let go, she gripped it with all her strength, and he barely felt her hand squeeze his.
"I'm right here," he whispered.