It was rainy and windy out, but he kept walking, pushing himself to keep going. He was walking down a dark, damp ally, trying to get away from thee world. He was holding his side trying to keep the wound closed; it wasn't working that well. And then there were the rumors. They kept staring and whispering; he couldn't stand it not that he's not used to the rumors. 'You would think they have gotten used to it. With Harry and Draco going at it like bunnies. At least Blaise and I don't practically jump each other every other second. Sure, we will kiss or hold hands, but never once have I jumped on his lap and snogged him senseless. Not like Harry does to Draco all the time. You know what the next time Blaise and I go out . . . Fuck it, I love him and damn anybody else who looks down at us. I mean I already have approval of Blaise's mom and my parents could give a flying fuck. As long as I'm happy so are they. Wait, what am I thinking; there is a damn good chance I wont make it to our next date.' He screamed, cussing wildly, he looked down at his side where the wound is; he saw that it started to bleed more profusely. 'Fuck, god, I really need to go somewhere . . . hmm. I'll go to Blaise; at least I will be able to say good-bye while I can. Gods, I am going to miss him. What is this going to do to him? He'll be able to take care of himself. He's strong enough; He'll get over me. I love you Blaise.' He pushed forward to his boyfriend's house. He tried in vain to get there fast, so he could say good-bye. So, he ran and he ran until he came to a big Victorian house, painted black. He knocked on the big black door and waited. Ms. Zabini opened the door and gasped, "Help, please get Blaise. I can't last much longer. Hurry!"
Ms. Zabini grabbed the boy and half dragged half carried him up the stairs to the guest bedroom. Once she had him settled she ran to the stairs and yelled up the rest of them to Blaise's room, "Blaise!" No answer. "Blaise! Please, where are you?" She tried the library by the kitchen. "Blaise, please!" She heard stomping feet coming down the stairs, Blaise ran up to her and asked, "Mother what is wrong?" "Hurry, go to the guest bedroom. Please hurry!" Ms. Zabini pleaded. "Mother, what is going on?" Blaise tried again. "No time to explain, just hurry." Ms. Zabini pusher her son toward the guest bedroom.
Blaise ran up the stairs, tripping on almost every step. His mother has never sounded so scared in her life and it scared Blaise; it scared Blaise a lot. In all his 20 years, he has never seen his Mother so frantic. Well, maybe when he was really little and he got a hold of a knife. 'Oh, Merlin, what is going on? I swear if this is a trick I will kill her. Hmm, maybe I'll call up Draco to help. Nah, he would have thought it was funny. He took a deep breath and opened the door, and there on the bed was his boyfriend, and he was half-conscious and had blood all over him. Blaise ran up to him and looked at him, the blood was seeping out of a wound on his right side. Blaise carefully pulled up the boy's shirt to find a big, deep gash going from the front of his hip to the back of the hip. Blaise gasped then preceded to pull out his wand and try and heal it.
Every spell Blaise tried just didn't work. In fact one spell made him bleed more. The most Blaise could do before he got a mediwitch to look at the boy was to stop the bleeding but not heal the cut. 'I should talk to Mother; maybe she will know what to do.' "Merlin, Please don't die. I love you, you stupid bloody Gryffiindoor." Blaise kissed the boy's forehead and then left the room to look for his Mother. He walked down the stairs to the parlor and saw his Mother sitting in front of the fireplace with a glass of Firewhiskey in her hand. "Mother." Ms. Zabini looked up and put her glass down. Ms. Zabini was a very wealthy and beautiful woman; and she knew it. Boy did she know it. She was wearing a long, black, silk, and nightgown. (Pic on profile). It contoured to the shape of her, but at the same time was loose enough that it was comfortable to sleep in. Her hair was pulled into a loose bun. "Dear, how is he?" She asked. "He is sleeping now, but I couldn't do much with his wound. I stopped the blood, but I couldn't heal the cut. I think we might have to bring him to a Mediwitch." Blaise replied, falling into a love seat. "OK, well, how about we get him one tomorrow?" Ms. Zabini asks. "Yea, let's do that, I'll stay with him tonight." Blaise says, getting up and walking to the guest bedroom. Blaise got inside and saw that the boy had his eyes open. "Blaise?" He asked. "Seamus?"