Chapter 5: Panic

Dislaimer: Don't own, not me.

A/N: (Insert Malicious Laughter Here) Wow, I really should update more often. Hm, I could do a LOT with this fic, but right now I'm pretty much imagination- deficient. So I'd REALLY appreciate if you all could throw me some suggestions, some WILD suggestions (Just keep it pg13 plz?). Sorry for the non update.

"D'you think he's awake?"

"Sh- I think that this might be it."

"I still can't believe it. I mean- this has got to be impossible, right?"

"Shut up George- you'll upset him!"

"Quiet, both of you! He's coming around!"

"Oah," I groaned, my eyes opened to slits and the white- washed room blurring in front of me. A handful of people were crowded around me, staring with concerned silence. Oh- but what was that? There was two of one of them, each wearing matching grins. "Oah- this can't be right. Why- why are there two of you?"

"Hey there- old buddy old pal," one of them said skittishly.

The room came into focus and suddenly I remembered everything, at least everything of what I knew.

"Oh, no," the other said. "Five, four, three, two, one-"

I lunged.

"Let me at them! LET ME AT THEM!" I hollered, sitting up from the rolling bed I was in. I swung my fists wildly- almost sleepily. The room spun. I was not thinking clearly. The two twins obviously took several steps backward to be safe.

*Pause and Reflect*

In my confusion, several things went unnoticed. For instance, the sheet that was somehow wound tightly around my waist. It did not go well when I attempted to stand up.

"Oohf!"

"Oliver!" they chorused.

My head ached and I was entangled in a bed of sheets. The loud thump was my body smacking against the cold floors. It felt and looked absolutely rediculous. I still had my feet up in the air on the bed. Stone doesn't generally taste good.

I heard another clanging of sounds, but didn't dare to look up. I may have been sick, but I wasn't stupid. Bad things happen to good people, right?

It was then that I felt a crushing weight and heard the spinning of squeaky wheels from above me. Yes, I was pinned by rolling hospital bed. And having a twenty pound piece of metal rolled up your ass is no picnic. Add to that the suffocating abillities of thick sheets and you've got yourself a mighty big problem.

"Where is he?"

"We've got to get you out of there!"

"Say something!"

"Where's Madame Pomfrey?"

I groaned loudly. It took them all quite a while before they lifted the bed, and even longer to get me out of the sheets. What are friends for? It took all of their strength to lift me up and place me halfway on the bed, and I won't say that it was a bed of roses. My back ached horribly.

"Wood, name the youngest keeper in the world to successfully beat the entire British league?" Angelina's voice rang clear and urgent.

I heard crickets chirping loudly outside of the window. Fred and George, my head kept reminding me.

"Why isn't he answering? WHY ISN'T HE ANSWERING?"

"He must be out cold..."

I hand reached to my forehead but I smacked it away. I sat up again and this time untucked the sheets from my waist. Determination was brewing in my eyes, I had to get to them.

"Where is Fred and George? I need- deep breath- to kill them," I said shakily.

"Er, Wood? They just left. And I think that it'd be a really good idea if you just laid back down," Angelina said calmly. She pushed back her black hair with her hand and gave me a pleading look. "I think that wall hit you pretty hard."

"You don't understand- I have to find th- What wall?"

She raised her eyebrows and took a cautious step backwards. There was more silence.

"C'mon, some one has to tell me," I almost ordered.

Katie- yes Katie- stepped forward to present me with my humiliation. She threw me a pitiful look as she edged forward. "Erm, I'm not quite sure what the whole story is, but we found you lying down a corridor near the astronomy tower. Apparently, you hit a wall... and it hit you back."

"What?!"

"You must have been really angry. The wall said that you had been cursing and sputtering when you slammed your fist into its exterior," Angelina came again.

"When it thought that you were attacking it, it hit you back. But you helped- you ran into it blindly," Katie explained.

"Oh," I said quietly. I should be crowned Mr. Smooth. I upset Katie, lost a major quidditch opportunity, ran into a wall that decided to beat me back and managed to get pinned underneath a hospital bed all in the same day. I am so good.

"Did I really run into a wall?" I laughed.

"Yes."

I laughed even harder. So this is what it feels like to become a complete idiot. At least I've learned one thing about myself, if it weren't for quidditch I'd be a complete klutz. I let my shoulders sag and stared at the friends pressed around me. TeeHee, more laughter.

"Maybe we should leave him alone," Alicia whispered to Angelina. "I think he's gone mental."

"No- I'm just- weird today."

"You're telling me," Katie muttered. I smiled slightly at her, but she still had a frown on her face.

"I'm sorry, everyone. Happy fuzzy, good, warm, feelings to everyone. I hope your day is enjoyable," I said cheerfully. And on that note, I successfully left the bed and walked down the hall, turning on my heel at the doorway. Just one foot closer to Fred and George...

An: Ef, short chap. GIVE ME ADVICE! I'm so in the blue- this is what happens when you post a fic with out having a plan on what's going to happen next. ::smacks self in head:: Fool. r/r!