"Please, Severus, Poppy said she healed all of your internal injuries. Also almost all the bones that were broken have been healed. Well, she said she had to regrow the bones in your right arm, but thats should be done in another week." Severus still did not stir.
"Please, open your eyes Severus. Everything is over. The war ended; you do not need to spy anymore." Again nothing. "Severus, please I would give up anything to get a respons from you!" Poppy stood in the doorway watching the Headmaster plead with Severus to do anything. Sadly Severus could not hear him. When his head was forceably thrown down on the stone floor his brain swelled up from the impact. In other words Severus was in a coma.
"Albus, its been three weeks since the war ended and it took me two of those three weeks to get him stable."
"I will not send him to St. Mungo's, Poppy. I will not leave him where people could care less what happened to him or if he survives!" Albus snapped. Before Poppy could respond Minerva along with Horace, Pomona, and Filius came into the room.
"Albus, the Minister would like to talk to you." Minerva said.
"Tell him he comes to me! I am not leaving this spot!" Albus snapped. "Filius, Pomona what can I do for you?" Poppy asked while Minerva convinced Albus to leave the hospital wing to talk to the Minister.
"We have some potions you may need. We made them since our Potions Master is unable to make them right now." Filius said. Poppy showed Filius and Pomona where to put the boxes. Finally Minerva had convince Albus to go and talk with the Minister outside of the hospital wing. All she had to say was, if Fudge saw Snape, he may take him to St. Mungo's, where Albus could barely see him. The two, along with Pomona and Filius left the hospitl wing. Horace, Poppy, and Severus were the only ones who remained.
"Horace, what can I do for you?" Slughorn ripped his gaze away from Severus and looked at Poppy. "How is he?" Slughorn sked, voice trembling.
"I was able to heal all internal injuries and reset all the bones that where broken. I had to regrow the bones in Severus' right arm because they where so badly broken." Poppy explained.
"At least he can sleep peaceful. Without any pain as well."
"Horace he is not sleeping. Before you freak out he is not dead."
"Then what is wrong with him?" asked Slughorn sitting down in the chair Albus had sat in. "The injury to his head caused his brain to swell. He's in a coma." Poppy said watching Horace. Slughorn took one of Severus' hands in his and squeezed lightly. Severus gave no indication he knew Horace was there.
"My boy, I am truly sorry. This is all my fault!" Horace cried. "How is this your fault? You stuck up for him when the rest of us wanted to kill him."
"I was talking him about the night Harry said he murdered Dumbledore. When he was finished a hex came out of nowhere and hit him in the chest. The must have over heard me and him. So they knew he was a traitor." Slughorn said; squeezing Severus' hand harder.
"Horace, dear, let him go. Your hurting his hand." Poppy said. Slughorn looked at Severus' face to see if he had winced or made any other movement at all.
"How do you know? He's made no reaction to anything." Slughorn let go and left the hospital wing.