"Oh my God! Oh Merlin! I am so, so, so, so sorry!" Tonks gasped, looking around frantically, not knowing what to do.

Her training hadn't prepared her for this! What was she supposed to do? She didn't know what to do! She hadn't been trained for a situation like this! How was she supposed to handle this?

"Are you Okay?"

She almost hit herself as soon as she asked that. Of course, he wasn't okay! He had fallen to the floor and was groaning and moaning and gasping in pain! In what world would that ever make him okay?

He groaned louder in response and clutched tighter. There was no way that that was a good thing to be doing. She just didn't know how to get him to stop.

Where were Moody and McGowan when you needed them? Why was it today that they decided to leave her unsupervised? Who in the right mind ever thought that that would be a good idea? Had they not been watching her? Had they not seen how much of a danger she was to herself and now apparently to other people? There was no way that this had ever been going to end well and this just proved it. Though, granted, even she wouldn't have thought that it was going to be as bad as it had just turned out to be.

Mr Blanchier was getting awfully pale and Tonks frowned. That wasn't good. It meant that je was either going to faint or be sick. Was it bad that she hoped that if he was going to pick one of the two that he picked fainting? It wouldn't be as unpleasant and messy. Tonks gagged slightly at the thought of being vomited on.

Then she pushed that thought to the side. She shouldn't be thinking of herself when there was someone injured on front of her! That was what was most important right now! What should she do? What should she do?

Okay. Wait. First, she had to calm down. Being hysterical was not going to help anyone, least of all him. Deep breaths. Deep, calming breaths. They kind of work. It no longer felt like her mind was pinging all over the place.

Why was his leg at such an unnatural angle? How had she managed to do that to a person? Surely that shouldn't even be possible? But apparently it was, when she was dancing. How did she manage that? She felt the genius grip she had on calmness slip away like it was water. Argh.

Okay. Deep breaths again, Tonks. Panicking wasn't going to do anyone any good, least of all Mr Blanchier. Hey had already established hat but maybe saying it again would pound it into her brain. She had to stay calm and in control so she could manage the current situation. Situation was far too mild a word for this whole thing but it was the best she could come up with now. Her brain wasn't exactly working the way it should be.

First aid. He needed first aid. She was trained in first aid. It was kind of a necessity for being an Auror. And, she was actually kind of good at it. So that's what she was going to do.

Check breathing. He was gasping, moaning and she wasn't sure if that was from difficulty breathing or from the pain. And then he howled. Pain it was then.

Blood check? He fought as soon as he could feel her near his leg so that was a no go. There was a cut on his cheek what must have happened as be fell to the ground. A bruise around it was starting to form.

Right. What was next? Recovery position. This time she couldn't let him fight her. This was something she had to do. And she did. It took longer than it ever had in training (the dummies they use never had flailing limbs) but she did it. Even told him to stay as still as he could while she was at it. Which seemed a little cruel but it was necessary.

And then came the last thing she needed to do. The most important. And the step that would make her not be completely responsible for the care of someone she had injured.

"Help!" She called out. "Help!"

And then she cursed because she remembered that the stupid classroom, study, whatever this was that Moody chose was far away from civilisation. Deliberately on his part because he didn't like people. Oh, he claimed it was a security thing but she was pretty convinced it was because he was antisocial. Which was not helping her at the moment.

Grabbing one of those stupid Ministry memos from the desk, she quickly scrawled a note and sent it to the receptionist of the Academy. She had written the message all in capital letters so hopefully help would come soon.

"Ahhhh!"

"By can't move from the recovery position!" She exclaimed at him as he clutched at his leg.

Tonks sat on the uncomfortable waiting chairs in St Mungo's (a first for her, she was usually a patient in these situations) in complete shock. Shin. Shattered. As in, a shattered shin. She had shattered her dance instructor's shin. She had shattered her dance instructor's shin.

That's all they had told her, that's all they had been allowed to tell her, not being family and all. Technically they hadn't even told her that, she had overheard it.

What kind of person shattered someone's knee? Someone who wasn't even attacking her? Someone she hadn't meant to hurt? Why, why, why, why?

"Tonks! What the hell did you do?" Moody bellowed down the corridor.

He got an awful lot of dirty looks from various Healers and nursing staff but he didn't seem to care about any of that.

"I don't know!" She wailed.

Wailed. Actually wailed. Because that seemed like an appropriate response right now. She was confused and sorry and upset so a wail was perfect.

Moody looked like he didn't know what to do when she did that and if she had not been so distressed, she would find his confused face extremely funny. She had never seen that look on his face before. But she couldn't find that funny because she had shattered her dance instructor's knee. Moody coughed awkwardly and sat next to her. It was weird but she really didn't care because she was too busy burying her head in her hands.

"Have they told you anything?" He asked in a weird tone of voice.

Tonks didn't even know how to process the tone he was using. It was gentle and awkward and stiff all at once.

"Nothing," she said, her voice muffled through her hands.

"Right," she could sense him nod. "That's the first thing we're going to do then."

Just then McGowan came skidding around the corner.

"Is it? Is it true?" She panted out. "Did Tonks really shatter the guy's knee?"

"Shin," she replied morosely.

"Even better!"

"McGowan!" Moody barked and gave Tonks a pointed look.

McGowan immediately schooled her features.

"I mean, bad, this is very, very bad."

"I know!"

Of course, it was bad! She injured someone! Someone from the Auror Department! Or at least someone who the Auror Department had hired! Quite frankly, she wasn't sure which one was worse.