It seemed Jack had done what she was most skilled at doing- harmed when she had meant to help. She had held him for a moment, but her own weakened body and his even worse (it seemed) could not stand together, and he trumbled away from her, knocking her down too. Her arms raised before she could smash face-first onto the stone cobblestones, and her wrists jarred painfully in their sockets, leaving her momentarily unable to move. Hell. She had returned.
Jack threw herself upwards again, stumbling to her knees before using the side of the building for support. Her fingers clawed upwards, looking for any ridge or impression from which her fingers could push the rest of her body upwards until, finally, she had stood. She looked down at Vito and saw that his chest was not moving. She blanched and and raised her wand, pointing at his throat. "Anapneo." The spell was typically used to remove something that had become stuck in one's airway, but Jack had found that when a body's respiratory system, the spell sent a burst of air to start it back up. And she could faintly see Vito's chest move.
She looked around. Mungo's was out. In fact, Jack was fairly sure any sort of apparation was too much movement for the poltergeist at her feet. To tell the truth, the thought of apparating was agonizing to her- that twisting and compressing. No, it was out. She could not leave him, surely, he would die. Her head tilted upwards, almost in defeat, and she saw the open window. Her eyes dropped and followed her to see a broken broom in an alley. She turned, spotting an old Quidditch shop. There.
She blinked and turned, deciding, "Accio broomstick." There was a splintering crash and a shout, but an old broom came flying towards her. She mounted it and positioned herself directly over Vito. She laid down completely and pointed her wand at him, "Petrificus Totalus." His body stiffened and she said, "Sorry." She reached down and grabbed him around the chest, the broom between them, and shifted her weight. The broom lifted into the air, and the air was pushed out of Jack from the pressure of Vito's weight. They rose to the height of the window, still convered in shards. She had to be careful. She could not protect her face because she had to look forward so, at her urging, the broomstick eased forward. It slipped throught the window and hovered over the bed. Once completely over, Jack released Vito and he fell lightly onto the bed. She released him from her spell and rolled off the broom. She paused, before a very pained, "Ow" issued from her lips.
She limped over to a corner of the room and cast a fire, not minding any property damage. She pulled out Floo powder and threw it in, uttering the words, "My department, head healer's office." She got on her hands and knees and stuck her head into the fire, beholding Edwin. "Edwin. Another crazy case." He sighed. "Where at?" Jack gave him the room and place and advised him to bring any potions he had. She pulled her head from the fire and stomped it out. She turned and spotted a glass of water. She limped over to the bed and poured the glass over Vito's face, as Edwin arrived with a pop. "Wake up. Doc wants to see you."
(So I decided to bring in a Healer... XD)