Spinning, squeezing, rolling, squishing, tumbling, speeding, THUD!

Mason Everard fumbled out of the apparition, missed his balance and landed on his hardwood kitchen floor flat on his back. Along with his intense dehydration, his cracked lips, hit hot skin, multiple scrapes and bruises, he also felt a sharp, digging pain on the skin on his chest. He had splinched, he knew it. Though it didn't surprise him, it took all of his energy to apparate out of that place, and even that wasn't enough. Something was bound to go wrong.

"Medea!" He yelled out, writhing in pain on the floor. Mason's voice was coarse from the dry heat. His chest wound was bleeding profusely and he needed help. He couldn't move, his whole body ached. Mason heard nothing. No footsteps, no children, no Medea. Where were they...? Medea must have taken them back to her warehouse.

Grimacing, Mason pulled his wand out of his pocket and tried to gather enough strength to send out a patronus. "Expe- Expecto... Patronum!" A glowing blue Labrador appeared, wagging its tail at him. Mason squeezed his eyes shut and winced at the draw from his energy. "Medea.. Help me!" He yelled, and the Labrador floated off quickly to go find Medea. He needed her. Fast.