Red
"Harry, I don't know what to do," Hermione whispered, desperately pressing trembling hands to his stomach.
"You… have… to keep… pressure… on it," Harry coughed, thick blood coating his lips.
"Harry, I need to get help," Hermione bit her lip, anxiously glancing down the corridor. She felt her heart speed up with every second that they were in the open, and a sob rise in the back of her throat as she felt her hands grow stickier. "We need to move," she choked.
"N-no!" Harry grasped her wrist with surprising strength. "If… you leave… I'll die." He looked up at her with wide, desperate eyes. "You… won't… come back."
Hermione felt a tear running down her cheek, red to match the sky.