It took Draco several days to work up the courage to go visit Kayla in the hospital wing. But on Friday of that week, he finally got the nerve. Taking a bunch of flowers he set off from the common room to go see her. Finally reaching his destination he swung open the doors, Kayla was in the bed at the end.
"Oh shit."
Draco slowly walked over towards her. She had cuts down her face and neckline. There were dark circles under her eyes and bruises on her shoulders. There were heavy bandages around her wrists and up her arm. Taking the seat next to her he gently stroked her cheek and took her hand in his.
She stirred and weakly opened her eyes.
"I'm so sorry," Draco began.
"I lost it," a tear rolled down her cheek, "I did what you wanted."
"No, no, I was angry."
She lifted up the base of her shirt to reveal large gashes and slash marks across her black and blue bruised stomach, "I killed it," she cried.
"Oh Kayla, I'm so sorry," he cradled her in his arms, rocking her back and forth.
She sobbed quietly into his chest, and after a while he realised that she'd become quiet. He let her go and suddenly she began gasping for air. A thin stream of blood came out from the corner of her mouth.
"Kayla…please don't go."
"I'm sorry Draco."
"MADAM POMEFRY!"
She came running, "Kayla…" she gasped.
Draco sat outside the hospital wing. The nurse came out and signalled they could all go inside.
Snape, (Kaylas' father, Panes, Snape get it?), Draco and Krystal, (her best friend) all walked into the sterile room to her bed.
"There's nothing we can do, I'm so sorry," Madam Pomefry said apologetically.
Kaylas' eyes slowly opened. Snape took her hand, "I love you Kayla," he smiled lightly.
"Yeah, I no dad."
Krystal began to cry.
"Krystal," Kayla smiled, "I'm gunna miss you a lot."
"No," Draco cut in, "you can't go…please don't…you'll never no how much I really do care," a single tear rolled down his cheek. He lent over and gently kissed her.
"Bye Draco."
Her breathing slowed and her eyes rolled back, until her eyes' closed.
"Kayla…" Snape whispered, running a hand over her forehead.
"Bye Dad," she muttered.