Well, here I go! I have NO idea whether this is going to work, but, to be honest, I'm getting bored of the repetitiveness of this story and I just HAD to put something in that would make it a tad more interesting! Renn, if I ever make this a film, you will be… extramanicquidditchfan#1!

Percy sat in the kitchen, leaning his chin on his hand. He had been waiting for at least half an hour after Oliver was due home. Percy had already drunk his ninth cup of tea of the day and was at the moment, sipping on his tenth.

All of a sudden there was an almighty roar and the fireplace on the far side of the kitchen exploded in a mass of green flames. Percy casually got to his feet as he was quite at home with the concept of the floo network after working with it for his entire life. He expected Oliver's head to appear to him to groan at the fact that his coach was keeping them there for an extra long practice, so he was quite shocked to find Abigail's head forming in the flames.

"Percy, thank God you're there." She panted, she sounded as if she had been running frantically and her voice was thronged with urgency.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Percy asked with a slight waver of concern hinting in his tone.

"It's Oliver." She gasped, trying desperately to catch her breath before she carried on.

Percy dropped to the floor and leaned towards the fireplace, silently urging her to continue.

"Been hit." She wheezed. "Bludger. In hospital. St Mungos." She panted.

Percy was silent and a mix of despair and worry washed over him. His eyes widened and a glazed expression fixed itself on his face.

"No." He whispered, almost to himself.

"Perce, please come to the hospital, he's still conscious but only just. I'm already here so floo to this fireplace." Abigail stated, re-gaining slight composure.

Without hesitation Percy lashed out to grab the floo powder from the mantle piece. His hands were shaking uncontrollably and the jar containing the powder crashed to the floor. Percy didn't even notice and he threw himself into the now empty fireplace.

After a matter of seconds Percy had flown through the floo network and was standing in the massive entrance hall of St Mungos in front of an almost breathless Abigail. She was bent forward slightly, her hands supporting her by resting on her thighs. She was red in the face and looked almost frostbitten.

"What happened? Where's Oliver?" Percy asked frantically, his breathing harsh and panicked, glancing around, desperately trying to find his husband.

"Perce please don't panic." Abigail said calmly, taking Percy by his shoulders, holding the jumpy red-head still. Percy gave her a look that said, 'Are you mad? You're telling me not to panic when the one and only love of my life is drifting in and out of consciousness.' Abigail seemed to get the unspoken message and sighed.

"Percy please, just come with me, I'll take you to him." She took one of his arms and led him speedily through corridor after corridor. Percy constantly kept craning his head around each door they passed, trying to see if Oliver was in any of them.

"It was at the end of practice." The small girl started to explain, snapping Percy from his frenzied search. "The bludgers were playing up and neither Matt nor Charlie couldn't catch them. Oliver volunteered seeing as he is keeper and he would surely have a better chance at catching them." Abigail started to speed up the pace and Percy matched it step for step, occasionally taking over but righting himself when he realised he had no idea where he was going.

"Well, Oliver caught one and was just about to turn to find the other but it was too quick for him and…" She tailed off and looked down, closing her eyes tightly, obviously trying to fight off tears.

"And?" Percy prompted, he was now more that petrified at the thought of what could have happened to his husband.

"And it smashed into his head." She blurted out quickly, the tears coming freely now. Percy stopped dead in his tracks.

"Oliver." He whispered, his own eyes welling up. This couldn't be happening to him. Not now.

Abigail stopped a little later and ran back, grabbing Percy's arm, tugging hysterically at it to get Percy to move.

"Percy please!" She cried, "You have to see him! He wants to see you!"

Percy was frozen. He was staring at the floor but he couldn't see it. He couldn't hear the shrieks of the crying girl next to him. His head was spinning and all he could think of was the man he loved lying dead in front of him. His hands were sweaty and the tears were now flowing, almost in a respectful silence.

"He's going to die." He whispered again.

Abigail raised her hand and slapped Percy around the face, putting her full weight behind it.

"Shut up Percy!" She screamed. "He's alive and he wants to see you!"

Percy stood still with shock, not noticing the red mark throbbing on his cheek. He blinked and was dragged back into reality. Abigail gave his arm a weak tug and Percy finally moved, almost sprinting after Abigail as she wound her way through corridors and up staircases. Eventually she skidded to a halt outside a private room. Percy mimicked her action and threw himself around the door.

Oliver could not be seen. The bed that he was lying on was surrounded by medi-witches and wizards. In two chairs on the opposite side of the room sat Charlie and Matt, their heads in their hands. The rest of the team were comforting them. Simi and Georgie had tears running down their cheeks and they had made no effort to remove them.

The noise in the room was deafening. Spells were being cast and there was manic shouting as the nurses and doctors communicated. One nurse turned and caught sight of Percy, Abigail standing slightly behind him.

"Are you Percy Wood?" She asked softly, moving forward.

"Oliver, I have to see Oliver." Percy sobbed, running forward to try and reach the bed. The nurse blocked his path and held his arms to stop him progressing further.

"Let me see Oliver!" Percy screamed hysterically.

Abigail helped the nurse to keep Percy back.

"Perce, they're helping Oliver, you can see him in a moment just let them finish!" She cried over the deafening noise in the room.

Percy broke down into silent tears, shuddering from the force of the grief pounding through him. Abigail led him over to the others and when Charlie noticed him, he instantly jumped up to let Percy sit down. Everyone gathered around him, laying hands on his shoulders, uttering kind words to calm him down. Percy began to breathe in a way that could almost be classed as normal and he was able to make eye contact with the friendly faces surrounding him.

"I'm sorry. I'm just worried." He muttered, turning his gaze towards the bed which was still surrounded by the medi-witches.

"It's okay Percy, it would be odd if you didn't have this reaction." Simi said quietly, wrapping an arm around the thin red-head's shoulders.

After a few minutes, the crowd around the bed started to disperse and Percy stood up quickly, stepping slightly closer to the bed.

The sight that met Percy's eyes tore his heart in two.

Oliver was lying helplessly under crisp white sheets, his head propped up on a pillow. A white bandage was wrapped tightly around his skull and his face was covered in bruises. His eyes were fluttering occasionally and his lips were slightly parted, short, raspy breaths escaping them, matching the gentle rise and fall of his chest. His arms were also bandaged, the cuts beneath them as a result of the impact when he fell from his broom.

Percy moved to the edge of the bed and knelt down, taking Oliver's left hand in both of his, staring intently at his husband, searching for any sign of recognition.

Oliver stirred slightly and opened his eyes as far as they could go, revealing the bottom half of his bloodshot brown orbs. Percy leaned forward, his face close to Oliver's. The sound of his laboured breathing was tearing him apart inside.

"Percy." Oliver whispered, the ghost of a smile gracing his lips. His eyes slowly drifted shut and he finally slipped from consciousness.

Well? I know, I probably shouldn't have done that should I. Well, if you like it please tell me, if you don't like it, also tell me but in as nice a way as possible, I'm very sensitive. This chapter was really a tribute to how much they love each other and the next chapter will hopefully show this further. Please review!