The Hospital Wing Chapter 18 Oliver's POV
Ouch! That bloody idiot, Flint, just got me in the arm with a ruddy bludger. If he had any real talent he'd play the game rather than just injuring the other team. Oh merlin, the snitch just flew across my face, where's Cara. Well no surprise, she's on its tail. God, she looks hot chasing snitches! Oh shit here comes Flint with the quaffle. Wait a minute, he's not coming towards me, he's…
"NOOoooooo!" He just flew straight into Cara. I urged my broom towards her. I'd never make it in time. 'Thud!' Too late.
I landed and ran towards her body. She lay motionless on the ground as I threw myself beside her on the ground, just praying, praying she was alive. I felt the presence of other people arriving. Madame Pomfrey was at her other side, she looked up at me after quickly examining Cara.
"She's alive." A huge relief lifted off my heart but I knew I could still loose her. Dumbledore conjured a stretcher. I walked silently beside her towards the hospital wing holding her limp hand, the rest of the team behind me. My heart was beating at least three times as fast as usual and I knew if I let one of my tears fall, I wouldn't be able to stop. I must be strong, strong for Jamie.
I sat in a chair beside her bed still in my quidditch gear. Madame Pomfrey was brewing up a potion and people had been coming and going all day. Jesse and Nicki were sitting on the other side, tears rushing down their faces. Nobody said a thing, we all just sat and waited in the hope that she would wake.
Narrators POVThe sky visible through the large hospital wing windows was a dark blueberry colour when Madame Pomfrey returned to the Cara's bedside. In doing so, five young people stirred from their sleep and watched on as a thick carrot coloured potion was poured into the young girls mouth. Several minutes passed and hope was soon disappearing from the cold room. All of a sudden a birds song could be heard from somewhere outside. All heads were turned looking out the window when a slight noise was heard coming from the old iron framed bed in the corner of the hospital wing. All eyes watched as a hand moved around the bedclothes as if looking for something. Oliver reached for her hand and held it securely, a couple of tears escaping from the corners of his eyes. He watched her feverishly as her head began to stir. Her beautiful face twitched slightly in pain and tears fell down her temples.
"Wake up, wake up baby." Oliver whispered in her ear as he wiped away the silent tears. Some time elapsed and her body was now moving around frequently in her bed, making more tears of pain roll down her already tear streaked face. Slowly but surely Cara Jameson's eyelids flickered open revealing her dazzling blue eyes, which managed to express love, pain, worry and horror all in one moment shared between those and the chocolate coloured ones of her boyfriends.
Madame Pomfrey shooed the twins, Nicki, Jesse and Oliver out of the hospital wing and went to talk to her patient.
"Now dear, do get some sleep." She said gently as she fixed Cara's bedclothes. She was however interrupted by a shaky voice.
"It's my n-n-knee again isn't it?"
Madame Pomfrey looked up at the young girl with worry.
"We can discuss your injuries in the morning Ms. Jameson."
"I know it's bad, I-I can f-feel it. This is the end of sports for me isn't it?" The gentle healer sat on the edge of the bed and nodded sorrowfully at the girl lying in the bed, unable to look her in the eye. She expected tears, but none came. Instead Cara rolled onto her side and lay motionless.
"We'll talk in the morning dear, get some sleep." She turned the lights off and left Cara alone in the hospital wing to cry herself to sleep.