Sorry about the cliffhanger, I had to do it; I had to add a little suspense
in there didn't I? Here is the conclusion to that cliffhanger, kind of. I
kind of ended this one in a little cliffhanger too. I hope you like it.
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Now, here is the conclusion to the Chapter Fourteen cliffhanger, Chapter Fifteen!!!!!!
Chapter Fifteen: Coming Clean
Katie entered the Hospital Wing and felt her knees give out from under her. She fell to the floor. Fred and George rushed to her and picked her up by her arms. He was just lying there. Not moving at all. He looked terrible.
"Oliver," she said silently, looking down at him. She looked back up at Fred and George. "What happened to him?"
"I don't know, Katie. Neither of us does. We found him by the change room like this. He mumbled something, but then he just passed out. We couldn't understand him at all. Katie, I'm so sorry," George said and pulled Katie into a one-armed hug.
"We came to you first because we figured you would want to know about him. We know how you, um, feel about him," Fred added.
Angelina and Alicia hugged Katie too. "We're sorry too, honey," Alicia told her.
Katie sat on the small space left on Oliver's bed. She gently placed a hand over his. His hands looked bad too. His knuckles were skinned and oozing slightly. She swallowed and blinked her tears back. She looked at the rest of him – bruises, cuts, and blood visible on his exposed skin. She looked away. It was too much to look at. She looked up at the twins. "Who did this?" she asked.
"None of us know Katie," Fred replied, "Oliver couldn't say anything, and there was no one around when we found him."
"Well find out who it was! We can't just let this go unpunished! Whoever did this could have killed him!" Katie said furiously.
"We've been trying Katie! Don't think we haven't! Can you think of anyone that would want to do this to him? Anyone at all?" George asked.
"Roger. It was Roger. It HAS to be Roger. Who else would come after him? No one else has any reason to, Oliver's one of the most popular men in school! Roger – that BASTARD! Get him up here now. I need to talk to him," Katie hissed angrily.
"No. Just sit down and relax. You have no proof of Davies doing anything," Alicia said.
Katie looked down at her feet, then up at Oliver, and back at her friends. "There has to be some way to find out. We can't let this go – what if it happens again? Look at him. If they did this the first time, imagine what will happen next," Katie said quietly.
The sight of Oliver, lying unconscious, was killing her. She knew that she shouldn't be reacting like this, but what if he never woke up?
"Katie, how about we just leave you here for awhile. We'll ask around, or maybe someone will come to us and tell what they saw. Is that ok?" Alicia said softly, only to Katie. Katie nodded. "Ok, we'll come check on you later. Is there anything we can get you in the meanwhile?" Alicia finished.
"The picture on my pillow." These were the only words to come out of her mouth.
Alicia nodded and turned to tell the rest. "I'll be back in a minute, ok?" Alicia told her, and her, Angelina, Fred, and George left.
Katie turned back to Oliver. She looked at him, looking at all the wounds and injuries. There were several gashes on his face – a couple on his forehead and cheek, one on the bridge of his nose, and one on his chin. His lip was split open, and he had a nasty black eye, making the one he got from Angelina at Quidditch look like nothing. His arms had many bruises and many scrapes and a few scratches. One arm was in a sling. Katie guessed that his shoulder had been dislocated. She laid her hand on his chest. She felt a bandage underneath the hospital gown. From what she could feel, several ribs were broken. She moved her hand away and he groaned softly, but didn't wake up. He seemed to know that she was there with him.
Alicia came back with the picture a few minutes later. She made sure that Katie was ok and then left again. Katie was grateful, she felt like she needed this time with him - to get a few things off her chest. She sighed softly, swallowed the lump forming in her throat and started to speak.
"Oliver. There is so much I want to say. First, I suppose, I want to tell you I don't hate you. I don't hate you at all. I still like you so much. But I'm extremely mad at you still. How could you go off with Rory? How could you? I knew you were mad, but were you really that mad? But, I've noticed that you're incredibly upset that we're not together. I blame this on the both of us. You should have listened to me, no matter how mad you were, and you shouldn't have slept with another girl. I should have heard you out on the hill, so we could have just worked things out logically. We shouldn't have reacted to this in the way we did," Katie sighed loudly and continued, "I want to be with you more then you would know. I didn't mean to yell out what I did this morning. I said it totally in the heat of the moment. It's you I want, Oliver! Davies will never be half the man you are. Oliver, I'm just so scared you'll cheat on me. I don't think I could deal with this kind of pain ever again. I want us to be together. I can't take everyday see you in pain. It's just as hard on me too. I hate not being close to you, but I need my space right now. I need to get over what you did, or at least forgive you." She sighed again. She felt extremely foolish for talking to someone who wasn't even awake. She brought her hand to his face and gently ran her fingers over his features.
Madam Pomfrey came bustling out. "My dear, Miss Bell. How come you are still here? You should be down at dinner. I can assure you Mr. Wood will not be leaving," she said, hands on hips.
"I know, but can I please stay? I want to be here if he wakes up," Katie claimed, "I just want to be here."
"If you insist, but there isn't a good chance that he'll wake up tonight. He's suffered quite a beating, and with that, some head injuries," that matron told her.
"But he'll be ok? Right?!" Katie asked concerned.
"Oh yes, of course, but he just needs the time to heal. Now go to dinner, girl, before I change my mind on you. You can come back up after," Madam Pomfrey said, shooing Katie out.
"Oh thank you!" Katie exclaimed, jumped up, and hugged Madam Pomfrey.
"You're welcome dear," she said slowly, as she stumbled back shocked.
Katie beamed at her and left the Hospital Wing.
She entered the Great Hall a few minutes later, considerably happier then before. She took her normal spot between Alicia and Angelina, and across from Fred.
"You're rather happy Katie. Did he wake up?" Fred asked her.
"No. Madam Pomfrey said he has some serious head injuries so he probably won't wake up tonight. But she said I was allowed to stay up there for the night," Katie said, her face the colour of a Gryffindor banner.
Alicia's mouth dropped open and Angelina snorted. The Weasley twins made kissing noises.
"You still want him, you still want him!" they chanted out.
"Quiet you two!" Katie said slapping them both over the head, "Alicia, close your mouth, that's not very attractive. And Angelina, it's not funny."
"Well, Katie, it's just that you go from being uber pissed at him to spending the night with his unconscious body. How did that happen?" Angelina asked, still letting out a little chortle of laughter every now and then.
"Oh shut it Ange," Alicia said, "It's sweet."
"I'm sorry if I'm concerned about him. I do care about him you know," Katie retorted.
"I know. We all are. But you're actually staying there with him. What if he wakes up though? Won't that be awkward?" Angelina said.
"I don't know. If he wakes up, we'll talk. Something we definitely need to do. I'm not too worried," Katie said.
"So you and Oliver are going to FINALLY be together?" George asked.
"I didn't say that. I said we just needed to talk. Now, if you'll let me finish my dinner," Katie replied.
"Fine," they replied in unison. The rest of the meal was eaten in silence.
When Katie had finished, she quickly said her good-byes and then ran up to her room. She took off her robes and uniform, replacing them with her black track pants, pink tank top, and finally throwing on a plain white hooded sweatshirt over it. No one but her dorm mates (or maybe Oliver) was going to see her in that top. She put a pair of shoes on over her socks then quickly grabbed a blanket off the end of her bed and headed over to the Hospital Wing.
She entered, hoping Oliver was awake. She was disappointed when she found that nothing had moved and Oliver was still in the same position. She pulled a chair up to his bedside and then leaned down to get as close to Oliver as possible.
"Wake up Oliver," she kept repeating in her head, "Wake up for me."
She sat there staring at him, repeating those words over and over in her head. After an hour or two, she didn't know, she sat back in the chair, bringing her legs up to her chest. She covered herself with the blanket, and rested her elbow on the armrest, placing her head in her hand. She stared until sleep finally caught up with her.
"Miss Bell, it is time to wake up!" Madam Pomfrey said to her. Katie didn't budge. "Miss Bell!" Still nothing. "KATIE BELL!" the matron yelled, swiping Katie's arm from under her head. Katie's head shot up and eyes opened.
"What? What is it?" Katie said wide-eyed.
"It's time for you to go get ready for classes," Madam Pomfrey said scolding.
"Oh. Ok then," Katie said slightly disappointed. Oliver didn't wake up. "Can I come back tonight too?"
Madam Pomfrey sighed. "I suppose."
Katie smiled. "Thank you," she said and left to go have a shower.
Katie entered the Great Hall for breakfast half an hour later. She took her normal spot.
"Not awake yet, is he," Alicia said, her comment more knowing than a question.
Katie shook her head sadly. "No, not yet."
"It's ok. He will tonight. Are you going back?" Fred asked, passing her some toast.
"Yeah, I am," she said taking some toast and then grabbing for some eggs.
They sat and ate quietly until it was time for the three girls to head off to Potions.
"Humph. Just what I need. A morning with Snape," Katie said sarcastically as they walked down the stone steps.
"Yeah we know that feeling. But don't worry Katie," Alicia said as she noticed Katie's sad face, "It'll all be ok."
"Come on Katie, like Fred said, he'll be up tonight," Angelina said as she opened the door, "So stop worrying. You won't have time to do it in this class."
Dinner that night was another rushed affair. Katie only had a light meal, her worrying getting the better of her. At the end, she said good- bye to her friends, and her friends telling her that he'd wake up. She went back to her room, and changed again into the black track pants, pink top and white hooded sweatshirt. She grabbed the blanket and made her way to the Hospital Wing.
When she entered, she noticed that Oliver looked a bit better. She thought that he had woken up, but upon closer inspection, Madam Pomfrey had only put some potions on his cuts to heal them. She sighed heavily, and pulled up a chair. She sat perpendicular to his bed, and put her head down on one hand, and joined the other with one of Oliver's.
"Even his hands look better," Katie thought as she ran her thumb over the weatherworn, but healed, hand. She squeezed softly, hoping to have him squeeze back, but there was nothing.
Tears filled her eyes, and the words from last night started to repeat themselves in her head again. "Wake up Oliver, please, wake up for me," she said to herself. She closed her eyes and two small tears squeezed themselves out. Then, before she knew it, she was asleep, her hand still in Oliver's.
Oliver's eyes shot open, and he inhaled sharply as a bolt of pain rippled through his body. He couldn't remember anything, and he couldn't think of why he was in so much pain. He took several deep breaths, but found it extremely painful.
After several moments of finding a non-painful way to breathe, he started to become aware of his situation and his surroundings. The first thing he remembered was Katie. Physical and emotional pain shot through him. Then he remembered Davies. Damn that bastard. Him and several other large Ravenclaw guys jumped him outside the Quidditch change room. They would pay. He stared up at the ceiling, unable to move his stiff neck. At the thought of Davies, his blood boiled and his hands formed fists.
But then his one hand closed on something. Something warm, soft. Something human. Shock and fear paralyzed him for a moment, and then he strained his neck as far as he could to look down. He was almost afraid of what he would see.
He looked down into the face of Katie Bell. She was sound asleep and some of her hair was falling over her face. She had a blanket around her shoulders. It was the blanket he had charmed what felt like so long ago.
He put his head back down and smiled. He smiled widely despite all of the pain he was in. She cared. She was there because she cared. She was there with him because she wanted to be there. She wanted to be with him. Oliver's brain nearly exploded with all of these excited thoughts. All the pain that had disappeared the moment he saw her returned ten-fold. Oliver fell unconscious again.
(A/N: Will Oliver wake up again? Or will he be unconscious forever! Stay tuned for the next exciting episode of Winning Miss Bell! Muwhahahaha!)
Thanks to: crystal violinist (formerly aRwEn-rAwKz), Jayne1, Fears-N-Jeers, Kathy, Jessica, caNdiEd mOonZ, and softballgeek291 for your wonderful reviews. Keep it up everyone!
Now, here is the conclusion to the Chapter Fourteen cliffhanger, Chapter Fifteen!!!!!!
Chapter Fifteen: Coming Clean
Katie entered the Hospital Wing and felt her knees give out from under her. She fell to the floor. Fred and George rushed to her and picked her up by her arms. He was just lying there. Not moving at all. He looked terrible.
"Oliver," she said silently, looking down at him. She looked back up at Fred and George. "What happened to him?"
"I don't know, Katie. Neither of us does. We found him by the change room like this. He mumbled something, but then he just passed out. We couldn't understand him at all. Katie, I'm so sorry," George said and pulled Katie into a one-armed hug.
"We came to you first because we figured you would want to know about him. We know how you, um, feel about him," Fred added.
Angelina and Alicia hugged Katie too. "We're sorry too, honey," Alicia told her.
Katie sat on the small space left on Oliver's bed. She gently placed a hand over his. His hands looked bad too. His knuckles were skinned and oozing slightly. She swallowed and blinked her tears back. She looked at the rest of him – bruises, cuts, and blood visible on his exposed skin. She looked away. It was too much to look at. She looked up at the twins. "Who did this?" she asked.
"None of us know Katie," Fred replied, "Oliver couldn't say anything, and there was no one around when we found him."
"Well find out who it was! We can't just let this go unpunished! Whoever did this could have killed him!" Katie said furiously.
"We've been trying Katie! Don't think we haven't! Can you think of anyone that would want to do this to him? Anyone at all?" George asked.
"Roger. It was Roger. It HAS to be Roger. Who else would come after him? No one else has any reason to, Oliver's one of the most popular men in school! Roger – that BASTARD! Get him up here now. I need to talk to him," Katie hissed angrily.
"No. Just sit down and relax. You have no proof of Davies doing anything," Alicia said.
Katie looked down at her feet, then up at Oliver, and back at her friends. "There has to be some way to find out. We can't let this go – what if it happens again? Look at him. If they did this the first time, imagine what will happen next," Katie said quietly.
The sight of Oliver, lying unconscious, was killing her. She knew that she shouldn't be reacting like this, but what if he never woke up?
"Katie, how about we just leave you here for awhile. We'll ask around, or maybe someone will come to us and tell what they saw. Is that ok?" Alicia said softly, only to Katie. Katie nodded. "Ok, we'll come check on you later. Is there anything we can get you in the meanwhile?" Alicia finished.
"The picture on my pillow." These were the only words to come out of her mouth.
Alicia nodded and turned to tell the rest. "I'll be back in a minute, ok?" Alicia told her, and her, Angelina, Fred, and George left.
Katie turned back to Oliver. She looked at him, looking at all the wounds and injuries. There were several gashes on his face – a couple on his forehead and cheek, one on the bridge of his nose, and one on his chin. His lip was split open, and he had a nasty black eye, making the one he got from Angelina at Quidditch look like nothing. His arms had many bruises and many scrapes and a few scratches. One arm was in a sling. Katie guessed that his shoulder had been dislocated. She laid her hand on his chest. She felt a bandage underneath the hospital gown. From what she could feel, several ribs were broken. She moved her hand away and he groaned softly, but didn't wake up. He seemed to know that she was there with him.
Alicia came back with the picture a few minutes later. She made sure that Katie was ok and then left again. Katie was grateful, she felt like she needed this time with him - to get a few things off her chest. She sighed softly, swallowed the lump forming in her throat and started to speak.
"Oliver. There is so much I want to say. First, I suppose, I want to tell you I don't hate you. I don't hate you at all. I still like you so much. But I'm extremely mad at you still. How could you go off with Rory? How could you? I knew you were mad, but were you really that mad? But, I've noticed that you're incredibly upset that we're not together. I blame this on the both of us. You should have listened to me, no matter how mad you were, and you shouldn't have slept with another girl. I should have heard you out on the hill, so we could have just worked things out logically. We shouldn't have reacted to this in the way we did," Katie sighed loudly and continued, "I want to be with you more then you would know. I didn't mean to yell out what I did this morning. I said it totally in the heat of the moment. It's you I want, Oliver! Davies will never be half the man you are. Oliver, I'm just so scared you'll cheat on me. I don't think I could deal with this kind of pain ever again. I want us to be together. I can't take everyday see you in pain. It's just as hard on me too. I hate not being close to you, but I need my space right now. I need to get over what you did, or at least forgive you." She sighed again. She felt extremely foolish for talking to someone who wasn't even awake. She brought her hand to his face and gently ran her fingers over his features.
Madam Pomfrey came bustling out. "My dear, Miss Bell. How come you are still here? You should be down at dinner. I can assure you Mr. Wood will not be leaving," she said, hands on hips.
"I know, but can I please stay? I want to be here if he wakes up," Katie claimed, "I just want to be here."
"If you insist, but there isn't a good chance that he'll wake up tonight. He's suffered quite a beating, and with that, some head injuries," that matron told her.
"But he'll be ok? Right?!" Katie asked concerned.
"Oh yes, of course, but he just needs the time to heal. Now go to dinner, girl, before I change my mind on you. You can come back up after," Madam Pomfrey said, shooing Katie out.
"Oh thank you!" Katie exclaimed, jumped up, and hugged Madam Pomfrey.
"You're welcome dear," she said slowly, as she stumbled back shocked.
Katie beamed at her and left the Hospital Wing.
She entered the Great Hall a few minutes later, considerably happier then before. She took her normal spot between Alicia and Angelina, and across from Fred.
"You're rather happy Katie. Did he wake up?" Fred asked her.
"No. Madam Pomfrey said he has some serious head injuries so he probably won't wake up tonight. But she said I was allowed to stay up there for the night," Katie said, her face the colour of a Gryffindor banner.
Alicia's mouth dropped open and Angelina snorted. The Weasley twins made kissing noises.
"You still want him, you still want him!" they chanted out.
"Quiet you two!" Katie said slapping them both over the head, "Alicia, close your mouth, that's not very attractive. And Angelina, it's not funny."
"Well, Katie, it's just that you go from being uber pissed at him to spending the night with his unconscious body. How did that happen?" Angelina asked, still letting out a little chortle of laughter every now and then.
"Oh shut it Ange," Alicia said, "It's sweet."
"I'm sorry if I'm concerned about him. I do care about him you know," Katie retorted.
"I know. We all are. But you're actually staying there with him. What if he wakes up though? Won't that be awkward?" Angelina said.
"I don't know. If he wakes up, we'll talk. Something we definitely need to do. I'm not too worried," Katie said.
"So you and Oliver are going to FINALLY be together?" George asked.
"I didn't say that. I said we just needed to talk. Now, if you'll let me finish my dinner," Katie replied.
"Fine," they replied in unison. The rest of the meal was eaten in silence.
When Katie had finished, she quickly said her good-byes and then ran up to her room. She took off her robes and uniform, replacing them with her black track pants, pink tank top, and finally throwing on a plain white hooded sweatshirt over it. No one but her dorm mates (or maybe Oliver) was going to see her in that top. She put a pair of shoes on over her socks then quickly grabbed a blanket off the end of her bed and headed over to the Hospital Wing.
She entered, hoping Oliver was awake. She was disappointed when she found that nothing had moved and Oliver was still in the same position. She pulled a chair up to his bedside and then leaned down to get as close to Oliver as possible.
"Wake up Oliver," she kept repeating in her head, "Wake up for me."
She sat there staring at him, repeating those words over and over in her head. After an hour or two, she didn't know, she sat back in the chair, bringing her legs up to her chest. She covered herself with the blanket, and rested her elbow on the armrest, placing her head in her hand. She stared until sleep finally caught up with her.
"Miss Bell, it is time to wake up!" Madam Pomfrey said to her. Katie didn't budge. "Miss Bell!" Still nothing. "KATIE BELL!" the matron yelled, swiping Katie's arm from under her head. Katie's head shot up and eyes opened.
"What? What is it?" Katie said wide-eyed.
"It's time for you to go get ready for classes," Madam Pomfrey said scolding.
"Oh. Ok then," Katie said slightly disappointed. Oliver didn't wake up. "Can I come back tonight too?"
Madam Pomfrey sighed. "I suppose."
Katie smiled. "Thank you," she said and left to go have a shower.
Katie entered the Great Hall for breakfast half an hour later. She took her normal spot.
"Not awake yet, is he," Alicia said, her comment more knowing than a question.
Katie shook her head sadly. "No, not yet."
"It's ok. He will tonight. Are you going back?" Fred asked, passing her some toast.
"Yeah, I am," she said taking some toast and then grabbing for some eggs.
They sat and ate quietly until it was time for the three girls to head off to Potions.
"Humph. Just what I need. A morning with Snape," Katie said sarcastically as they walked down the stone steps.
"Yeah we know that feeling. But don't worry Katie," Alicia said as she noticed Katie's sad face, "It'll all be ok."
"Come on Katie, like Fred said, he'll be up tonight," Angelina said as she opened the door, "So stop worrying. You won't have time to do it in this class."
Dinner that night was another rushed affair. Katie only had a light meal, her worrying getting the better of her. At the end, she said good- bye to her friends, and her friends telling her that he'd wake up. She went back to her room, and changed again into the black track pants, pink top and white hooded sweatshirt. She grabbed the blanket and made her way to the Hospital Wing.
When she entered, she noticed that Oliver looked a bit better. She thought that he had woken up, but upon closer inspection, Madam Pomfrey had only put some potions on his cuts to heal them. She sighed heavily, and pulled up a chair. She sat perpendicular to his bed, and put her head down on one hand, and joined the other with one of Oliver's.
"Even his hands look better," Katie thought as she ran her thumb over the weatherworn, but healed, hand. She squeezed softly, hoping to have him squeeze back, but there was nothing.
Tears filled her eyes, and the words from last night started to repeat themselves in her head again. "Wake up Oliver, please, wake up for me," she said to herself. She closed her eyes and two small tears squeezed themselves out. Then, before she knew it, she was asleep, her hand still in Oliver's.
Oliver's eyes shot open, and he inhaled sharply as a bolt of pain rippled through his body. He couldn't remember anything, and he couldn't think of why he was in so much pain. He took several deep breaths, but found it extremely painful.
After several moments of finding a non-painful way to breathe, he started to become aware of his situation and his surroundings. The first thing he remembered was Katie. Physical and emotional pain shot through him. Then he remembered Davies. Damn that bastard. Him and several other large Ravenclaw guys jumped him outside the Quidditch change room. They would pay. He stared up at the ceiling, unable to move his stiff neck. At the thought of Davies, his blood boiled and his hands formed fists.
But then his one hand closed on something. Something warm, soft. Something human. Shock and fear paralyzed him for a moment, and then he strained his neck as far as he could to look down. He was almost afraid of what he would see.
He looked down into the face of Katie Bell. She was sound asleep and some of her hair was falling over her face. She had a blanket around her shoulders. It was the blanket he had charmed what felt like so long ago.
He put his head back down and smiled. He smiled widely despite all of the pain he was in. She cared. She was there because she cared. She was there with him because she wanted to be there. She wanted to be with him. Oliver's brain nearly exploded with all of these excited thoughts. All the pain that had disappeared the moment he saw her returned ten-fold. Oliver fell unconscious again.
(A/N: Will Oliver wake up again? Or will he be unconscious forever! Stay tuned for the next exciting episode of Winning Miss Bell! Muwhahahaha!)