I'm rewriting the story, so get ready for something new. It should definitely be more interesting.
I listened to the sound of my feet tapping against the stone floor as I tried not to listen to what was going on the other side of the door I was staring at. I couldn't let myself listen. It didn't matter what I heard, it would only make me more anxious. I began pacing in front of the door hoping to work off some of the anxiety that I was feeling. It helped but not enough. I began pulling at my extra long, blonde ponytail which helped even more. The pain in my head took my focus away from the door. I could feel my chest growing tighter the more I worried. It was getting hard for me to breathe. I sat down on the floor once I realized what was happening. I put my head between my legs and focused on breathing. It took awhile but I eventually breathed through the panic attack. I slumped back against the wall and finally let myself cry. I had been waiting outside this door for over half an hour worrying. This environment wasn't good for me, but I couldn't leave either. It was already taking everything in me to stay outside the door. I wanted to go in there so badly. I just wanted to hold her hand and have someone tell me that everything was going to be fine. However, Madame Pomfrey didn't want me in there while she treated her. I stared up at the sign above the door. The Hospital Wing had always been my least favorite room in the castle. The smell of antiseptic and blood always seemed to linger around it. It always made me dizzy and this time wasn't an exception. My head was a little light before, but now that I was sitting on the floor and a little more relaxed my head was swimming. I wasn't sure if I would pass out, but I was glad to be on the floor just in case. I let my mind wander for a moment. My mind was completely centered around her. Everyone we'd met, all we'd experienced, and everything that made us friends was all swirling around in my head. I hoped beyond hope that she would be ok. I couldn't lose her. She was my best friend. I could feel my mind growing blurry. Right before I fell unconscious I heard myself mutter her name, "Mireille."