It was the day of the game! Despite the numerous games he had played in, he still got excited, even though he got hurt often. Today was no different. They were playing against Slytherin, the most brutal house when it came to Quidditch. Oliver straightened his back as the team stood behind the curtain, waiting for their time to go out and do what they did best. Harry was scared, his face had gone pale and Oliver feared that the boy was going to pass out soon, so he tried to comfort him a little. Of course it didn`t end up as really comforting, but the fact was that Harry looked a little better, so Oliver was fine with that.

They flew around the pitch for a while, showing off their flying to the rest of the houses, and Oliver felt the adrenaline kick up inside him as the houses cheered for them. All expect Slytherin that is. They booed as usual, but Oliver didn`t mind, he was used to it now. The balls were released, the team scattered, and as Oliver found his post by the goalposts, he gave up trying to keep an eye on his team, as they were nothing but a blur of gold and red by now. Fred and George were hitting and sending bludgers on the Slytherin team, but they were evading them and that caused Oliver to groan even though he was used to it. He saw the team dart around the stands with the quaffle in their possession, and couldn`t help the grin as Angelina scored the first goal, earning 10 points for the team. She was always a sharp shooter. Distracted by Flint kicking Angelina, he didn`t see Flint flying towards him with the quaffle in his hand, but managed to save it the last minute with the tail of his broom. He threw the quaffle back to the Gryffindor team before sending a smug look in the direction of the Slytherin captain. Oliver chuckled as two of his team flew between pillars while sending the quaffle to each other, and cheered as another goal raised their score. As another Slytherin tried to score, he easily caught the quaffle and threw it back to Angelina as an angry Flint demanded their beater to give him the bat. He didn`t know what to think as the bludger was sent towards him, and the memory of his first game flashed through his mind as the ball connected with his middle section and send him tumbling through the goal-post with his legs still wrapped around the broom. Everything dimmed as pain flared through him, and he was barely aware that he was partially laying on his broom before impacting with the soft dust, which sent a gazillion flecks in his nose and eyes. Giving a weak sneeze, he passed out, only slightly aware of the booing that was going on.

When the game finished, the team cheered and hollered before remembering their fallen teammates. The girls went to find Angelina, who was coming too, but was still disoriented and slightly bruised. Meanwhile, the boys went next to their captain, who showed no signs of waking up. Fred and George rolled him on his back, catching the wince that crossed Oliver's face before Madam Pomfrey came bustling through, an already conjured stretched behind her as Fred and George gingerly lifted the fallen captain on it. Only when she was done bandaging and casting spells on him did she let the team enter the Hospital Wing, with promises to be quiet and leave him to rest. Angelina was up and about by that time. She noted that Oliver didn`t look to awful, if you didn`t take notice of the bandages wrapped tightly around his torso, where Poppy had remarked that half his ribs had cracked or broken with the force of "the damned ball" as she put it. She had been able to heal them without any problems, but couldn`t do anything about the bruises, so his abdomen was a sea of blue and black.

When Oliver finally started to wake up, he immediately noticed that he was in the hospital wing as the white ceiling was a deadly give away. A small wince morphed his features as he blinked repeatedly to clear the blurriness and noticed the team talking in hushed whispers next to his bed. Harry noticed that he was awake and grinned happily before alerting the whole team. They cheered, still in a hushed voice of course, and the twins helped him to sit up properly against the now stacked pillows. He grimaced at the sight of the bandages, and then remembered the game.

"Did we win?" He asked.
"Yep! Harry caught the snitch!" Fred and George said in unison.
"Congratulations Harry! I knew you could do it!" Oliver said before clapping the youngest on the back.
"I think you`re the only person who would not care how long he was out, only if we won the game," Katie said with a small chuckle.
"How long was I out then?" Oliver asked with a raised eyebrow.
"A few hours,"
"I told you not to wake him!" Poppy yelled as she came running to the bed.
"They didn`t wake me up Madam," Oliver said with a half grin.
"How are you feeling dear?" She asked him, ignoring his remark.
"Fine." Oliver said with a shrug, which cause Pomfrey to slap him in the head and Harry to snort in order not to laugh.
"I`m just a little sore." Oliver corrected with a small wince. Pomfrey shook her head and walked away, returning shortly with a glass filled to the brim.
"Drink that. All of it. You need to rest!" She chided before leaving.

However, having taken it before, he didn`t take it at first. When Harry looked at him confusedly, Oliver whispered that it was a sedative to make him sleep, and Harry grinned, his blue eyes shining with suppressed laughter. Oliver made a shushing motion, and the team continued to tell their captain about the game in hushed voices as not to alert the stern nurse. Oliver chuckled as he heard about Harry throwing up the snitch. About two hours had passed, in which Fed and George shared the candy that they had managed to smuggle in the infirmary with the team before Poppy came back in, but didn`t say anything, as she knew that they had stayed up despite her orders.

"Now Mr. Wood, there are consequences to those who don`t heed my orders," Pomfrey said, presenting a syringe filled with the same sedative that she had given him in the glass.

Oliver blanched as he saw the large needle, but before he could open his mouth to complain, the nurse had pulled his arm out and with practiced ease slid it in his vein, where she depressed the plunger and allowed the drug to be pumped in his blood system. Oliver whimpered a little before he fell back, partially unconscious.

"It`s late kids, and he needs his rest, you can come see him tomorrow," Poppy said with a small smile.
"Yes Madam Pomfrey," The team chorused, still staring at the sleeping captain.

George and Fred gently fixed the pillows so he was laying on his back rather than sitting up, and Oliver muttered a small thanks, before his eyes fluttered close and he went lax in their grip. Poppy smiled as she saw the display of friendship between the lads, and couldn`t help but fix the blanket on the wounded captain before leaving the dark infirmary to rest for the night, certain that the brunette captain would be up and about as early as the next afternoon.

This was random, but my sadistic humour decided to write this :3
I`m confused as to why Oliver is hurt in the first two or three movies, and always wondered what it was like from his point of view..
Anyway! Hope you enjoyed it!
Review and tell me your thoughts =3

I'm editting all my stories and writing new ones, so minor or sometimes major changes can be done to the story =)

Also, I was thinking of someday doing of his first quidditch game, but IDK ;p

-Chrisii