To the Death
Hi everyone! So so so sorry I haven't updated in a long time! I've been pretty busy for the past few weeks. Hope I can make it up to you with this chapter :). Hermione's POV.
There is blood everywhere. I thought, the feeling of sickness welling up inside me. I let myself off of Dean's body and sat down in complete numbness. My heart was pounding from adrenaline, my hands were shaking and I felt as though I were about to pass out. I just couldn't wrap my mind around the thought that I had just killed somebody. I had taken the life of somebody else. I had watched the light leave Dean's tearful eyes.
Yes Dean was a cold blooded killer, but he was still a living, breathing human being. I shook my head, trying to shake those thoughts from my head. I couldn't feel sorry for Dean. After all he had done to me? After all the things I went through because of him? How could I feel sorry for him even when he most deserved it?
I don't know.
I couldn't look at his still form anymore. I turned away from him, waiting for some kind of announcement to come on, telling me that I had won, that I could go home. The longer I stayed with Dean, the worse I felt. It was as if every beat of my heart felt more and more undeserving than the one before it.
I gulped. What would Ron think of this? I was acting in self-defense. There's no way that he could be angry with me for this. Still, a tiny part of me was very afraid to face my family.
I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. With every passing second came a new thought filled with guilt and nervousness. It was like I was literally drowning in my own guilt. I summoned the courage to look at Dean's body.
His eyes were wide open, dried blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth, and his chest glistened with fresh blood seeping from the giant wounds I had made. Tears welled up in my eyes as a wave of dizziness flooded through me. Keeping my head down, I crept towards his body, trying to avoid the large puddle of blood that formed under him. My blood covered hand reached up to his face. I put my fingers on his freezing cold eyelids and closed them.
I had to back away immediately, my stomach churning, threatening to empty itself. I took deep breaths and tried to control the overwhelming urge to vomit.
I suddenly heard the soft whirring of a helicopter above me. My heart lept to my throat and I shot my head up, hoping to God that I wasn't imagining it.
A giant smile broke out on my face as a helicopter came into my vision, slowly lowering itself down. The trees surrounding the area were being tossed around as the force of the wind made rough contact with them. I stood up on shaking legs, tears streaming down my face as the helicopter landed a few yards away from me.
A woman ran out of the helicopter and took my hand gently. "Come on sweetheart, let's take you home." She spoke in a sweet voice and guided me patiently to the helicopter.
"Thank you." I said, utter happiness dripping from my voice. As we approached the helicopter, a feeling of relief rushed through me, sending chills up and down my spine in a never-ending spiral.
I gave one last glance at Dean's lifeless body. A man no older than twenty was zipping him up in a body bag. As the zipper approached Dean's head, reality began to settle within me that I had won. That I was actually going home.
The woman helping me patted me gently on the shoulder. "It's okay. You did what you had to do." I gave her a weak smile and nodded softly.
The woman guided me into the medical helicopter and shut the door. An immense amount of relief filled my very soul as we lifted off of the ground. With every foot off of the ground came a new wave of relief and excitement.
The woman sat across from me and shined a flashlight in my eyes. I immediately squeezed them shut and flinched.
"I need you to try to follow the light with your eyes, okay?" She asked sweetly. She shined the light in my eyes once more and a crushing wave of pain flooded my skull. My brain felt as if it were on fire, pounding and throbbing, begging for the light to go away. She did this for what seemed like a lifetime before lifting my head with her hands to get a closer look at my eyes.
She lowered her hands to the hem of my shirt and lifted it up gently. She gasped at the giant, infected burn mark across my stomach. She gently traced it with her fingers, sending shockwaves of pain up and down my stomach. I flinched violently, tears springing to my eyes. She looked at me with concerned eyes.
"Hermione, I'll need to put you to sleep for this. This wound is re-opening. It needs proper stitching, and I'd rather you not be in pain, okay?" I nodded, tears falling from my eyes. "You won't feel a thing, and we'll be at the train station when you wake up."
The woman took two small needles in her hand. She placed one at my arm and shoved it under my skin. I immediately felt the effects of the medicine, my vision becoming spotted with black dots. I didn't feel the second needle as the black dots began to merge into complete darkness.
Alrighty! Getting to the end! I'll post a new chapter to I Miss My Friend before the end of the week :). Thank you all so much for all of the support and all of the reviews, I really appreciate it!