Scorpius rushed to the hospital wing, out of breath, and dashed to the bed in which the love of his life lied, unconscious. He sat on the edge of the bed, and took her hand in his. Out of all Quidditch accidents, this one was pretty gruesome. She'd been knocked out by a bludger and had a concussion probably.
Scorpius' heart was thudding loudly, incredibly concerned for Rose. If she was conscious, she'd most likely slap some sense into him. That was typical Rose for him. He sat there silently for what seemed like forever, staring at the gorgeous face of this girl he had suppressed feelings for. Her bushy red hair were in wild tangles, and he desperately wanted to run his hands through them. Her cheeks, with a hint of red in them, he wanted to stroke them. Her lips, her full pink lips, who he wanted to kiss so passionately.
Scorpius shook his head. She was knocked out and he was concentrating on how much he kiss the crap out of her, rather than worrying about her. But he grinned slightly as he felt her stir and squeeze his hand. He was going to stay right here and be the friend she needed. But he crossed his fingers, he didn't want to be friendzoned any longer.