Chapter 8
Jumping out of bed I looked at Sirius in shock.
"Wha...What?"
"He … he was practicing today and there was a rough bludger and it hit him … He got crashed into the ground, falling from fifty feet up. He's in a coma. The nurse told Dumbledore there isn't much she can do."
"But … but he has to be alright Sirius. He just has to!" I felt fear gathering up inside of me. "Let's go see the nurse."
Running out of the dorm with my pajamas and a cloak on we reached the wing. The nurse wouldn't let us in.
"Mr. Potter, I'm afraid is in very bad shape. That fall he took affected all of his internal organs. He has ruptured liver, collapsed lungs, plus he might have brain damage we cannot detect until he wakes up. Not to mention he might lose a leg."
I felt the ground going from under me as I found myself yelling.
"No! It can't be like this! You have to save him! You have to!"
The nurse just looked down as Sirius put an arm around me and dragged me off. Moments later I was crashing into a chair in the common room, tears running down my cheeks as I fought them.
Hestia put her arms around me and hugged me.
"It'll be ok Lils. I know it!"
But I was beside myself.
"I might lose him and never get to tell him how I feel... I love him. I love him so much, and I might've forgiven him for what he did to me so much earlier if only I hadn't been so stubborn in my decisions. And this is not some child play...this is real life... This is a fact. We might lose him."
I collapsed on the sofa, crying my heart out, with the whole common room looking at me. Remus had gone to tell James's... girlfriend about the accident. I locked myself in my room and did something I had not done in a long time either. I prayed.
***
Five days had passed from the accident and James still hadn't woken up. They took out one kidney and the other had collapsed but I still refused to give up hope. I kept on praying for a miracle.
There was a knock on my door.
It was Sirius and by the look on his face I could tell everything.
"He's dead."
I just stared at him. The great Sirius Black was crying. And my world had collapsed. In those two words I had died on the inside a million times. Somebody, I suppose Hestia, had come and hugged me upon hearing this. And only then, minutes after I had died, because yes, I had the distinct feeling I had died and something made me wake up, I cried.
I cried for him. I cried for the words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
James Potter, the boy I loved, was dead. And I died with him. On my bedroom floor, surrounded by our friends, my heart was dead.
No love left in me
No eyes to see the heaven beside me
My time is yet to come
So I'll be forever yours
Author Notes:
*nods* What notes can I put on this thing?
This story is slowly coming to an end. Only two or three more chapters left.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. JK owns the chars, Nightwish owns Forever Yours.