George's eyes didn't leave the pitch, hoping to see Marcus and Oliver move. Just some indication that they were okay. The tug at his hand pulled George out of his almost trance like state and blue eyes focused on those identical to his own. He stood and nodded, letting Fred take the lead in this situation.
"Take them to Mungo's." He murmured softly, parroting and letting the words sink in. He bit his lip and looked back out on the pitch for a moment before back to Fred. "You apparate?" He asked, moving closer to his Twin, ignoring the crowd around who were all peering at the pitch, trying to see what was going on.
He wasn't a hundred per cent sure whether they'd be let in. After all, they weren't family and surely St. Mungo's had some sort of rules in place for when famous people got hurt so crazy fans couldn't just waltz in. George drew his bottom lip between his teeth and held Fred's hand just that little bit tighter, knowing his Twin was sense his anxiety over the matter.
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