Bold= flashback
Chapter Five
Marcus sat inside the hospital. He had just been examined by a Healer and believed that everything went well. At least, he hoped it did. He wanted to be cleared, so he could get on with his life or, at least, what was left of it. It wasn't the fact that he couldn't play Quidditch, it was the face that he couldn't do much of anything.
No one wanted him until he had that little slip of paper saying that he was clear and healed.
11 years earlier
Marcus sat down hard in the Quidditch stands. His lungs were killing him. He couldn't breathe and his chest hurt. He buried his face in his hands and didn't move until someone touched him. He looked up.
"Are you okay?" Katie asked him. She had a look of concern on her face.
"Fantastic," he muttered. "Never been better."
Gently, she lowered his head onto her lap and began to stroke his dark hair. To her surprise, he let her. After a while he rolled over onto his back. Katie bent over and kissed his lips. He returned it.
"Forever yours Oliver," she thought as she kissed Marcus, "maybe."
Marcus came out of his daze as the Healer came in.
"You're healing quite nicely," the Healer said.
Marcus nodded.
"I think you're ready to go to work."
That was exactly what Marcus wanted to hear.