One year had passed since Draco had pushed me over the railing or done anything to me for that matter. He had not come near me since he had bolted from the hospital.
"Malfoy never comes to see her," Mitch said to Becky as they sat in their chairs by my bed.
"Good," Becky replied.
"What did you do to him?" Becky smirked.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" MItch sighed and took ahold of one of my hands. Becky took ahold of the other.
"Midge you have to wake up," she said. "You've been out for a year now. C'mon, we miss you."
"Schy please," Mitch added. "Becky's right. We miss you." Just then a a gust of wind blasted their hair away from their faces. Green light surrounded Mitch and blue light surrounded Becky.
"Schyler wake up," they said seeming to be oblivious to the wind and the light. Suddenly I was surrounded by red light. When the wind died and light faded they looked down at me.
"It didn't work," Becky said. "It didn't work and I don't even know what the hell we did." Mitch sighed and let go of my hand.
"Maybe she'll never..."
"Shut up," Becky snapped. "Look." They stared at me. My eyes fluttered open and I looked up at them.