Chapter 8
Huh?
"Still unconscious, huh?"
Oliver looked up from his bedside vigil to see his friend Percy standing in the doorway. "Yeah, and there is no telling when she'll wake up."
Oliver and Percy's friendship was an odd one. They had basically nothing in common, but yet they had become friends quickly when they met at Hogwarts in their first year. They both wondered if they were just friends of circumstance, if they would be friends if they weren't rooming together. Neither one wanted to think about it too long, it was a friendship, and a valued one at that. Oliver didn't know quite what to say, so he started to ramble. "You know, my aunts a doctor. She told me once that when the someone is unconscious after a serious injury, it means that they would be in too much pain to handle when awake. (AN: THERE IS IS!!!) So, in away, I'm glad she's out. I would hate it if she were in pain. I wouldn't be able to stand it…."
Percy nodded. He understood what he meant, though he had never really experienced it aside from Penelope, but that wasn't unconsciousness, it was from being petrified. He looked at his friend. It was a day after the fight and Oliver had a light bruise appearing on his cheek and one creeping up towards his eye. When Percy saw him the day before he knew what had gone on, no one had to tell him, he knew the feeling of needing to get revenge. He just never acted on it. He was smart in not talking to Oliver about what had gone on, the look on Oliver's face had warned him not to, he was too ashamed to talk.
Percy, being Percy, noticed Oliver retreating back into his mind so-to-speak and decided to leave him be. It was hard on Oliver, he didn't know quite what to do. He noticed Percy leaving, but said nothing, he was too consumed in his thoughts. "Maybe I do want her awake, even if she were in pain. But that would be totally selfish of me…I just want to kiss her again, feel her hand in mine and her head on my shoulder. I just wish this hadn't happened. At the same time I want her awake, I want her to stay this way until the bruises heal. I wish she didn't have to find out, and that I wouldn't have to see the look on her face. She would be mad. Pissed is more like it. I don't like seeing her as anything but happy. And I like to make her happy…" Oliver's thoughts went on and on, based on Katie. He sat there until time for bed, the kissed her forehead and went to sleep. It wasn't a sound one, dreams of Katie passed through his head.
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A week had passed since Katie was knocked unconscious. The entire team wanted her back. Even some of the Slytherins- they were getting quite sick of all the death glares. Oliver spent every moment he could by her bedside waiting for her to arise. In the nights when he was there, he copied the notes that Angelina had taken in their classes. During his own classes he had trouble concentrating for fear that she would wake up and want him. He was stressed no matter where he was, worried beyond belief, but he found the most solace in sitting by her and waiting. He never knew how much he would enjoy the solitude of just thinking. Of course there were Quidditch plans to make –they were know way behind schedule- and come on, this is Oliver Wood we're talking about.
It was now Saturday night, one week after he and the twins had planned the attack on the Slytherin team. Oliver sat his normal watch over Katie, this time just reading a book. When he reached to grab his cup of water, he noticed something askew. Katie's leg had moved. He raised an eyebrow, then forced it back down. He put a bookmark in the book, closing it and looking at Katie. Her mouth had opened slightly (you sit and look at a person long enough, you notice these things) and he knew in his mind that she was conscious, just not awake. He knew for certain we she tried to turn on her side and screamed, waking up.
She had turned on a hurt side of her ribs and stomach, thus the scream. Oliver gently turned her on her back, the looked down into her eyes. There were tears there. She was in pain. He knew the answer to his dilemma on if he wanted her awake or not. He couldn't stand her pain. He kissed the tears and sat back down. Katie followed him with her eyes, "Oliver? What happened? Why am I in the hospital?" He tackled the question in his mind. How do you explain something like the bludger attack? "Kates?" he whispered, "What's the very last thing you remember?"
"Bludgers. Pain. I remember grabbing the quaffle and looking sideways –both ways- and seeing bludgers come out me. Then I felt immense pain." Oliver nodded. "After you were hit, you fell off your broom. We figure you were out by then, as you didn't scream. Fred caught you on his broom and brought you down. We one the game." Katie was still staring into his eyes, looking for more. He told her what her injuries were and held her hand. "Now Katie, I fully expect you to be recovered tommorow. We've got lots of practice to make up on!" Katie gave him a look that wasn't too pretty, then very carefull lifted her arm –though it was still rather sore- and hit Oliver in the arm. "Stupid prat! I know your obsessed with quidditch, but honestly, I thought you would have cared more about me than your precious little game!" she said with a smirk.
Oliver smiled, he knew what she was going for, and he would give it to her, she was hurt and you can't deny an injured person. He leaned over the bed carefully avoiding any injured part of her body (and this was hard to do!) and brought his face within centimeters of hers. He had wanted to do this for a week now and it was finally happening. Katie lifter her head up, closing the gap between them and kissing him deeply. She gently tugged on his shirt in an attempt to get him on the bed rather than leaning in an awkward position. She didn't have to tug twice.
Oliver reached his leg over hers effectively straddling her then leaned in for an even deeper, more passionate kiss. They broke apart, Oliver looked into her eyes and whispered, "I've missed you so much Kates!" she just nodded and beckoned him back to her. (AN: Remember her injury list…) He moved his legs closer to hers in an attempt to get down farther as they kissed. He moved a little too close and hit her twisted knee causing her to jump in surprise, and causing Oliver to halfway choke (*evil grin*). "Shit" he whispered, as he climbed back to his chair, "I'm sorry Katie, really, I forgot." She nodded a response as she held back the tears from the pain. She hated the pain and the wait for healing, she really hated not being able to kiss Oliver. "It's alright Ollie, we probably shouldn't be doing that in the hospital wing anyway…"
Oliver looked down at his watch and noticed it was almost midnight. He got up and collected his things then leaned over and kissed Katie's forehead, "night Kates. I'll see you first thing in the morning!" She waved him goodnight and went to sleep.
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AN: I had plans for more, but in my current state of mind its proving difficult to write. Too depressed…damn JK…review, and in there let me know if you have finished the fifth book or not…