Minerva stretched as she woke up from her cat-nap. Time to partol-
Her thoughts broke off as her green cat eyes noticed a black heap on the marble floor. While not wide, the heap was long. What on earth? Minerva padded softly across the floor, so as not to disturb whatever was lying on the floor. Upon seeing shoulder-length black hair with spots of blood, Minerva knew on instinct, it had to be Severus. Something was clearly wrong. Blood coupled with unconunicess, clued Minerva into the fact that things must not have gone well for Severus.
Backing away from the man a few feet, Minerva transfigured. Fixing her glasses,(they had gotten shifted in the transformation), she turned her attention to Severus. A low moan escaped his lips. That was a good sign. He must be waking up.
Minerva knelt down, and received a bit of a shock. Severus's eyes groggrily opened. Recovering herself, Minerva spoke gently, as one would to an infant.
" Severus?"
Severus Snape gazed at the older woman, with hair in a bun, eyes unfoucsed. After a few seconds, the dark eyes fosuced, on her worried face, and he whispered.
" Minerva?"
" Yes, Severus. We should get you to Poppy." Minerva replied. Snape shook his head 'no' and groaned. That hurt. However, he didn't want Poppy fussing over him. She was an excellent mediwitch, but a bit...extreme.
Minerva's expression was now stern. A bit scary, how it went, from worried to stern so fast, Severus thought.