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Near Death Experience-Serge

Serge sat, unusually still and silent, next to an infirmary bed. The occupant was Sabrina, with a bandage wrapped around her forehead. She was still unconscious. It had been almost two days.

*Boom!*

Serge sat up, feeling woozy. The meadow in which he and Sabrina had been trying out his latest experiment, when suddenly, somehow, something went wrong. It had imploded, sending out a mass of uncontrolled magical energy spiraling outward. Serge had lost consciousness for a few minutes, and was out of it. "Sabrina…?" he called weakly, looking around.

That was when the first dart of fear hit him in the chest. He scrambled up, feeling the world spin a little, but ignored it. Where was Sabrina? She was what mattered right now. He called her name again, then spotted her collapsed in front of a tree. He rushed over to her as fast as his shaky legs would allow, and his knees gave out as he reached her, pulling her into his arms.

She wasn't conscious, but she was breathing. A trickle of blood had made it's way down the side of her face. Serge felt tears start to run down his cheeks, and it wasn't until one his her cheek that he snapped out of his daze a little and reached for his wand.

Only to find it snapped in three. He spotted Sabrina's wand a foot or so away and snatched it, sending an emergency flare into the sky, where it circled the spot where they were.

Why, why hadn't he studied healing magic in depth? Of all the random and ridiculous things he's learned and discovered, he couldn't save the one he loved where it counted.

And that was how two professors, the headmaster, and the other prefect found him half an hour later, dazed and cradling his girlfriend.

After Sabrina was rushed to the infirmary, Klaus had healed the scraped and bruised Serge and started to give him the most stern scolding about safety and being careful yet. "How many times have I told you that you need to set barriers around the edges, to contain things like this?" But Klaus trailed off as he saw the hollow look in the boy's eyes.

He sighed, "Serge, she's going to be fine."

"How can you know that?" Serge whispered, not meeting his eyes, "I hurt her with my selfishness and stupid experiment. What if I hurt her in a way she can't recover from? It's all my fault!" He moaned, slumping and putting his head in his hands.

And now, here Serge sat, two days later. Professor Merkulova had said that if Sabrina's head had hit that tree knot just a little lower on her head, it would have shattered part of her skull. Instead, she only had a concussion and some bruises.

Serge looked up from his clasped hands when he heard a groan come from the bed. Sabrina's eyes fluttered and then opened halfway, "Serge?"

"Sabrina!" He cried, "I'm so sorry! It's all my fault you got hurt! I'm so, so, so sorry!"

A small smile played on her lips, "Serge." she said gently, and he looked into her eyes, his own watery. "I'm going to be okay, aren't I? But what really hurts me is seeing you so upset, so cheer up, okay?"

His eyes widened and he clasped her hand between both of his, then smiled a slight smile, "Don't worry, Sabrina, just knowing you're going to be okay again makes me so relieved and happy. I don't ever want to lose you."

She smiled, closing her eyes, clearly sleepy, "Don't worry, Serge. I'm too stubborn to just die and leave you by yourself. You're stuck with me, like it or not."

"Trust me when I say nothing makes me happier." he whispered, stroking her hair away from her face.