Matt was shocked when he saw Andrian scream for help. He ran with Sophia towards him. "Dammit Andrian!" he said. "If you die I'm going to kick your ass," he said trying to lighten things up. Phaedra was right, crowding didn't help at all. "Guys just back off a bit, Sophia go and run grab what Phaedra asked for alright." he told her. He helped Phaedra get Andrian up, and groaned cause he was heavy. "Belle, you just need to sit and relax right now. Stress isn't good for the baby," he told her. "Is he gonna be alright?" Matt asked Phaedra.
He looked around, Order members were finally making it into the hospital. He was happy everyone had gotten here safe. Even if a few were wounded they were somewhat safe. They had lost the house, but they had kept alot of their ranks unlike the Death Eaters. He then buckled onto his knees, the gash in his arm was honestly killing him. It was larger than before, had it grown? it would be just like Ne'Os to curse the sword he was using. It was burning him, not to mention his wrist being sprained or broken didn't help. But he continued to try and help Andrian up.