Part 6

Well thanks for your reviews. Hope you enjoy this.

This chapter features the aftermath of the accident. Trying to come up with valid or plausible symptoms wasn't easy. It may disturb you if you have had someone in a similar situation. A friend who read it felt a little emotional after it. I'm just warning you.

Next part will be up next Friday/sat, unless I have a boring day tomorrow. Oh if you ever read - it had to be you- its on a break as I stupidly deleted the next chapter and was waiting for my beta to reply and she hasn't in a long time due to computer problems, but I have no idea where I was going with it so I need to see if she gets her computer running again

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The next morning, Marcus finally left Oliver's side. But only to go to the toilet, and get something to eat. When he left Harry ventured into the room. Oliver looked worse now than he did earlier. The bruising had fully formed, leaving Oliver's face and chest almost all black and blue. Harry choked back a sob as he stood beside his friend.

A few minutes later, Draco entered. He slowly made his way to the opposite side of the bed and looked at Harry.

"I'm glad that it wasn't you." He whispered quietly.

"What? Well then there's the difference. I wish that it had been me." He bit back, not looking at Draco, as tears threatened to fall. He had realised that he was more willing to sacrifice himself than have his close friend hurt.

"If it had been you, I would have killed myself."

Harry was shocked by these words. He knew that Draco loved him. But he had never imagined that he loved him as much as Harry loved Draco. Harry had thought of what his reaction would have been if it had been Draco. He knew that he would sacrifice anything to make Draco better, then again he was always the sacrificial type.

"Well it wasn't me, It was Oliver." He muttered. "I wonder how bad Marcus must be feeling just now? Its unimaginable."

"No it's not, Potter. Just think of your heart being ripped out, stamped on a few times then cut into a thousand pieces. Multiply it a few times then you have your answer." Marcus growled, while taking up his place at Oliver's side yet again. Harry could tell that Marcus was finding it difficult to look at Oliver, so he motioned for Draco to leave. As he left the room he caught a brief whisper from Marcus.

"What has happened to you my beautiful angel."

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The doctor's had been to see Harry again, Marcus would not respond to them so they talked to Harry and Draco. They had warned that when Oliver woke up, he would possibly have problems with walking, or in the worst case scenario, no movement at all, this would mean that he would have to be constantly watched. There had been no head trauma as far as they could see, so he should wake up soon. The doctor continued to point things out to the men and he also mentioned that if Oliver was unable to move he would never regain movement. But thankfully the chance of that was slim. Some of the best Medi-wizards had helped him already; he was in the best hands.

Harry looked over to where he knew Marcus was listening. When the doctor mentioned all of this Marcus didn't even flinch. Harry wondered what Marcus would do if Oliver was left with no movement. Would he stay with his lover or just leave?

The doctor left, and the three waited quietly in the room for Oliver to wake up.

"I won't leave him, if that's what you're thinking. I don't care if we can never have sex or if he can't walk. I won't go." Marcus spoke softly while looking at Harry, as if sensing his earlier thoughts.

"Good, because he will need you." Harry said.

Draco nodded to Marcus slowly, and the three went back to their own thoughts and their observations of Oliver.

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Another few hours passed slowly by. Harry and Draco both left to freshen up, so Marcus was alone. He just couldn't keep his eyes off of Oliver. It wasn't as if he had never seen a bruise on his lover. Bluger's hit him all the time and sometimes a night of rough sex left them both covered in bruises. He just couldn't get over the fact that the man he loved was in a hospital bed, fighting for his life and Marcus could do nothing. He felt cut off from Oliver. He also couldn't understand how Oliver still looked beautiful. Beneath the bruises was the same irresistible man he fell in love with. He just wished he could see his beautiful eyes again.

He closed his eyes, to stop crying, he didn't want to be weak while near Oliver, It was not time for his own self pity. He took several deep breaths and when he re-opened his dark eyes he was met with the most amazing scene a man could wish for. Oliver's bright eyes.

They stared at each other, it seemed like an eternity. Before Marcus leaned over and Kissed Oliver softly.

He pulled back, to gauge Oliver's reaction. Oliver still had his eyes fixated on Marcus. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could say anything several doctors rushed into the room and ushered Marcus out.

He stood in the corridor, staring at the door. Several seconds later Harry had returned. He looked in the small window and saw the doctors swarming around a conscious Oliver. He caught the Bright eyes briefly and sighed in relief. He turned and flung his arms around Marcus, who hesitated briefly before returning the gesture.

After a minute or so the two were interrupted by a confused and slightly hurt looking Draco. Harry smiled slightly in satisfaction in seeing the look on the blonde's face before shouting happily

"Oliver's awake. He's awake."

Recognition dawned on Draco's face and he pulled Marcus into a hug, it was short lived as both of them remembered what happened last time they were in an embrace. Draco certainly didn't want to screw things up with Harry again. Even although he knew that Harry was only being civil for Oliver's sake. Draco knew this because Harry had been nice enough to point it out on their way home earlier. Draco knew that it was not a good idea to apparate back to his old apartment, but it had been worth a shot.

They waited for about half an hour before the doctor came out. He cut straight to the point in addressing all three.

"Mr. Wood has suffered no brain damage. He is a little disorientated but apart from that he is mentally fit. He has a little movement in his legs so it looks as if he will be able to walk again but, it could take months. His quidditch career may be over. It depends how well he responds to therapy. I think that you can go in now. The other Doctor's are almost finished."

Harry, Marcus and Draco stepped into the small hospital room, the other doctor's left shortly after and they were left alone. Harry and Draco stepped forward and Harry bent and placed a small kiss on the lips.

"Glad your back mate." He whispered as he smiled at the looks on Draco and Marcus's face.

"Thanks Harry." Oliver wheezed, but smiling as much as he could.

"Good to see you awake Oliver." Draco put in from just behind Harry, smiling slightly.

Harry turned to face Draco, he caught the look on Marcus's face so he motioned for Draco to leave, Harry just behind.

"Hi."

"Hi." Oliver again wheezed.

Marcus crossed the room and took his seat beside Oliver.

"How long have you been sitting there." He asked, with a slight smile.

"Since you were first brought in." Marcus replied quietly, tear's about to fall again.

"Oh, shhhhh. Don't cry. I'm ok." Oliver whispered, while lifting a hand to stroke Marcus's face. This caused Marcus too let the tears spill and a small shudder ran through his body.

"I was so fucking worried. You just lay there and I couldn't hold you." He muttered while bowing his head.

"Don't worry." Oliver said while lifting Marcus's head and pulling him down for a kiss.

The kiss broke and Marcus looked down shocked. "But, I thought you hated me and didn't want me near me."

"I did, but I've just realised lying here that you love me, and I love you. I am going to have some serious trust problems for awhile but, I think I can live with it." Oliver said while letting a warm smile cross his face.

Marcus leaned down and kissed Oliver again. Telling himself that he was never letting this man go. He came up with the perfect. Solution.

"Oliver, Marry me?" Marcus Whispered, while pulling back slightly.

"Yes." Oliver replied, and kissed him again.

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Through the door Harry and Draco were watching, the scene, and they guessed the words that were being spoken. It hurt all the more that the night before Draco and Marcus were discovered, Draco had proposed himself while they were making love. They just never told anyone, as they were planning to Elope. But that was over. Draco was starting to feel he would never get Harry back, much less marry the man.

"I better go, I really need some sleep. Night." Harry muttered while turning from Draco.

Draco grabbed Harry and pulled him round.

"Will we ever be like that again, Happy!" Draco asked, exasperatedly.

"I don't know, will I ever be able to trust you." Harry bit back.

"Yes, you can." Draco muttered in defeat, and let Harry go. Wondering if he would ever come back.

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