Disclaimer: anything familiar is JK's, not mine.
A/N
OK so I'm going to make an attempt at an O/G fic because there just aren't enough of them. It's going to be, for the most part, in Oliver's POV but every once in awhile I'll throw in chapter from Ginny's POV. Also, my regular chapters are never this short but I didn't want to give too much unnecessary background information. I've already got a few chapters written so I'm going to update once or twice a week.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Wood, I just don't think it's a good idea." The Healer told him.
"It can't be that serious." Oliver argued.
"It can and it is. Take the season off, catch up with friends and family and more importantly, rest that arm."
"It's a bloody elbow, can't you do something?"
"I've done all I can. Magic can only do so much."
"It feels fine though."
"I'm sure it will. And in a year or so it will be fine."
"You've fixed it before and I've always been able to go back to Quidditch."
"Every time you magically heal a bone it weakens it a bit. The first time you shattered your elbow I could fix it up nearly perfect, but it was still weaker than before so you shattered it again. I've healed you five times, I won't do it again."
"Why not!?"
"If I keep doing this, there's a good chance you won't be able to play again."
Oliver groaned and put his hands over his face.
"If you take a year off you can rest it up and it should gain it's strength back and it will be just as strong as before it was shattered."
"What the hell am I going to do for a year?"
"Like I said, rest and catch up." He said again, "It won't be as bad as you think."
"But I can't play Quidditch for a whole year?"
"Well, now and then should be fine, so long as you're not getting competitive and you watch that arm."
Oliver nodded.
"OK. You're free to go. I'd like to see you again in about 6 months for a check-up."
"Fine." Oliver grumbled.