"He isn't going to make it."
"CLEAR!"
"One… two… three…"
"CLEAR!"
"Why are you trying Muggle means?"
"They aren't reacting to the potions!"
"CLEAR!"
Lysander could feel his heart beat which each 'clear', the machine making irregular heart patterns and producing a gasp against the mask that was feeding him oxygen.
"Why would they do such a thing?" he could barely hear one of the doctor's ask to someone, maybe a Professor? Mum or Dad?
"I have no idea," the familiar growling voice of Rolf Scamander greeted the youngest twin, filling him with comfort.
"It just happened."
For the MC 25 Drabble 100 words competition using the prompt: 29. Luck.
(100 WORDS I'M GOOD SORRY IT'S JUST THAT I'VE HEARD HOW HARD IT IS TO GET A HUNDRED WORDS BUT FOR THE PAST SIX CHAPTERS I'VE GOTTEN 100 EXACTLY THE FIRST TIME SO I'M PROUD)
I don't own HP.