Roxanne awoke with a start, realizing she had fallen asleep on the couch
while she was studying. The rising sun shone through one of the giant
windows in the common room. She figured it must have been around six
o'clock. She sat up, gathered her books, put them in her bag, and stood up
to stretch. As soon as she stood, a sharp pain sliced through her stomach.
She doubled over, but the pain intensified. She soon found that she was
wheezing and couldn't breathe. She was in so much agony she could barely
see straight. She couldn't figure out the cause of this sudden episode.
She collapsed onto the couch, hoping it would ease the excruciating pain.
It only made the pain worse, so she struggled to get back to her feet. She
decided she had to get to the hospital wing. She crawled out of the
portrait whole and stumbled down the corridor, stopping every few feet to
catch her breath, which was made difficult by her wheezing. At one point
she stumbled and fell to the cold stone floor just as someone rounded the
corner a few feet in front of her.
"What are you doing on the fl-" the unknown person started to say coolly when, whoever it was saw her gasping on the ground. "Whoa, are you okay?" He walked swiftly to where she was, on her hands and knees.
"I need- need to get...to the hospital wing," she managed to get out while grimacing in pain as she tried to stand.
"Here, lemme help you," the stranger said to her as he grabbed her arm to help her up. Roxanne got to her feet, but as soon as they started walking, another burst of pain shot through her stomach. She doubled over again and she cried out in pain.
"C'mere," the stranger said, and he picked her up in a cradled position and walked as quickly as he could. Roxanne wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself. She was slowly blacking out from the immense pain.
They finally burst through the door of the hospital wing. "Madam Pomfrey!" The boy called out. Madam Pomfrey walked out of her office. "What's the mat- oh dear!" she said as she rushed over to them. "Follow me!" she said. She led them to a bed where the boy placed Roxanne. Blackness was closing in on her. Madam Pomfrey's voice grew farther and farther away. The last thing she remembered before blacking out was Madam Pomfrey's voice saying, "What happened to her, Draco?"
"What are you doing on the fl-" the unknown person started to say coolly when, whoever it was saw her gasping on the ground. "Whoa, are you okay?" He walked swiftly to where she was, on her hands and knees.
"I need- need to get...to the hospital wing," she managed to get out while grimacing in pain as she tried to stand.
"Here, lemme help you," the stranger said to her as he grabbed her arm to help her up. Roxanne got to her feet, but as soon as they started walking, another burst of pain shot through her stomach. She doubled over again and she cried out in pain.
"C'mere," the stranger said, and he picked her up in a cradled position and walked as quickly as he could. Roxanne wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself. She was slowly blacking out from the immense pain.
They finally burst through the door of the hospital wing. "Madam Pomfrey!" The boy called out. Madam Pomfrey walked out of her office. "What's the mat- oh dear!" she said as she rushed over to them. "Follow me!" she said. She led them to a bed where the boy placed Roxanne. Blackness was closing in on her. Madam Pomfrey's voice grew farther and farther away. The last thing she remembered before blacking out was Madam Pomfrey's voice saying, "What happened to her, Draco?"