Snape wouldn't stop congratulating me on "my accomplishment", as well as a few Slytherins and many of the Ravenclaws. The Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors were disgusted. No one heard my side, but everyone already knew the story: student, teacher, or ghost, by the time everyone returned from break.
I didn't eat. I only left to go to class the first day after vacation, but soon I gave up, as did the teachers. Snape continued to oddly enough give me full marks even though I wasn't present in class. Sprout and McGonagall were worried as was Dumbledore, but I stayed by Oliver's side. Marcus and Ryan came a few times to comfort me, but I felt so guilty. Oliver looked like a mummy… well a sexy mummy. His spiky hare was coming through the bandages on his head, the ones on his torso were quite tight and shed light on his toned chest. Oliver was in a coma for days.
After a week I was "admitted" to the Hospital Wing myself. I refused to eat or sleep until Oliver got better, and it wasn't too long before it took its toll. I didn't look too great. Even Pomfry's potions couldn't help.
And two days after that I was sitting by Oliver when,
Oliver groaned, "Ced…"
'Ollie you okay?'
"A bit sore. What happened to you?" he asked.
'I've been by your side since it happened.'
"I was so worried!"
'Me too Ollie. I'm glad you are awake. Well go back to sleep. You've been out for a few weeks and your match against Slytherin is coming up next weekend!'
"I will. You need to eat and sleep too. Did you find it?" he pleaded.
'What box?' I played dumb.
"It was a ring… um to show I loved you… well it was a commitment ring. I really love you."
'Oh you mean this?' I joked.
Oliver got mad but then helped me put it on. And then he pulled me into a hug. And before I knew it I was in bed with Oliver without a care for the rest of the world.