St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries is the main hospital for wizards in England. This hospital treats various injuries from minor wounds to extreme accidents, including those involved with animals or plants. The healers and staff at St. Mungo's are the best, trained under a senior healer. Any witch or wizard knows that when they come to St. Mungo's, they'll receive the best treatment and care.
The man appeared with a sharp crack, glancing around for a healer before approaching the desk, talking to the person present before pacing around with Kit still held in his arms. Sending another patronus to any avaliable healer, he waited, attempting to stablize the girl before she went worse.
"I do not know... She was supposed to check in about an hour ago, one of my requests for leaving the Precinct. She didn't, so I went out looking for her. I had a tracking charm on her, so I found her in Godric's Hollow." Rick gently laid Kit down on the summoned stretcher with a calm motion, withdrawing the small bag of Kit's torn-out nails. "May I take these for analysis?"
She glances at the claws in Rick's bag - there is no way she can reattach those; it'd be easier to just regrow them anyway. "Yes, that's fine." She works on the cuts first, restoring blood and closing them up a bit. "I assume she's a werewolf?" she asks, judging from context. She has nothing against those currently confined to the precinct, but it helps to know in case they require special care. "Do you know if there's anyone we can contact for her, parents, siblings, et cetera? Do you know if she has any allergies?"
He shook his head. "I don't know about any allergies, but I do know she is engaged. To a Dahlia Griffith, if you want me to contact her. Can you let me know when she's awake and coherent enough to answer some questions for the invesigation?"
Appearing with a sharp crack in the waiting room, holding Freddie with the makeshift tourniquet still holding the bleeding back, Rick strode through the double doors, searching for a healer, while still keeping a tight hold on the cut-off arm, ignoring the blood covering his hands and robes. "WE NEED A HEALER HERE!"
Theo was in the clinic for the day, helping with the injured quidditch players, when he heard the yell. Naturally, he ran over, not expecting Freddie to be the one in need. "What happened?" He asked as he bent down to stare at the wound. F-ck. What to do? What to do. "Have you stopped the bleeding?"
He shifted the unconscious boy nearer his chest with a gentle motion. "I'm not sure. The alarm, of magic being cast around non-magical folk, went off, I responded to it, and I found this young man, with his arm removed. I applied my tie as a makeshift tourniquet, and tried to stop the bleeding the best I could... He went unconsicious just before I arrived." Rick summed up the story quickly, in a way that only an Auror could do. "The arm appeared to be hacked off by something."
"We'll need to see if we can charm it back on," he mumbled before standing up. Any emotion was draining out of him now. It was work. "Come on. We'll need to get him into a bed. Need to give him more blood."
He nodded, following Theo into a room and laying the boy down on the bed, stepping back to shed his blood-soaked jacket and folding it over his arm. "When he regains consiciousness, can you contact me? Auror Richter Michaelson."