"Schyler!" Becky and Mitch shouted as they ran down to the landing.
"Schyler!" Becky cried as she and Mitch dropped to their knees beside me. "Schyler..." Mitch put an arm under my shoulders and lifted me up a little.
"Please wake up Schyler," he said. "Please move."
"She's not moving," Becky whimpered her eyes filling with tears. "Mitch she's not...she's not..."
"Don't say it," Mitch said. "She's breathing...her...her head is bleeding...but she's breathing." He picked me up and he and Becky ran down to the hospital wing.
"Good heavens not this again!" Madame Pomfrey cried. "I swear this child has tried to..."
"She didn't," Becky cut in. "Not this time. This time it was Malfoy. He pushed her over the railing. He pushed her..." Becky sat down on a chair and stared at me.
"Pushed her?" Madame Pomfrey asked. "Why would he...oh dear!" She began rushing around gathering bandages and sending healing spells at me.
"Sit down Mr. Brustman." Mitch sank into the chair beside Becky's.
"I can't believe he did that," he said. "He just pushed her. He just did it with a straight face." The doors to the hospital wing opened and Ron, Harry, and Hermione came in.
"We knew you'd be here," Ron said. "When Malfoy came in with that smrik on his face and you three never showed up." The three of them stopped dead when they saw me.
"What...what...what did he do to her?" Hermione asked in a trembling voice.
"Pushed over the stair rail," Becky said flatly.
"Pushed...?" Hermione gasped.
"She's not moving," Ron said. "Are you sure she's..."
"She's alive."
Several days passed. Several days in which Becky and Mitch never left my side. I never woke up.
"She's just...sleeping," Ron said. "You two need to come back to class."
"She's in a coma," Becky told him. "She might never wake up." Suddenly her eyes darkened and she got up.
"Becky what're you doing?" Mitch asked.
"I have... things to do," she growled.
"Becky, no!" Mitch said. But it was too late. Becky had already left.