AN: Hope you guys like this story! It's a little different from my usual stuff because Katie's with George this time, but oh well! Oliver and Fred can't have her all the time ;)
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George POV
Angelina grabs my broom from me and Alicia shoves me in the right direction. Without even bothering to shower or change out of my Quidditch robes I start at a dead sprint and don't slow down until I see Filch, and even then I continue as soon as he's out of sight.
I don't remember the rest of the game, but it must have gone well, because there is cheering, although I'm not entirely sure from which side the noise is originating, only that it is giving me a terrible headache, and if I don't get out of here soon I think I might just fall over and die.
As I barrel into the hospital wing it hits me. I am so used to the doors being open, welcoming, that it doesn't occur to me until I am sprawled across the floor that they were closed this time, and that I had run into them, causing my head to scream in protest to such idiocy, but I don't care because the love of my life is in that room and so help me god I will get in there.
I am preparing to do a roundhouse kick worthy of Chuck Norris himself (something of a muggle celebrity Katie had told me about with much enthusiasm) when it occurs to me that I am a wizard with magical powers at my disposal. This occurs a split-second too late, however, and I slam into the thick mahogany doors for the second time in ten seconds. Just as I am pulling out my wand, one of the doors opens.
Madame Pomfrey looks down at me with her usual mixture of contempt (because Fred and I have landed many a young first-year here with our "expiraments") and disdain (Madame Pomfrey didn't approve of Quidditch, or, as she called it, "That horrible game".), but there was another emotion mixed in, maybe a pinch of pity, or perhaps sympathy? Whatever it was, it made my stomach turn.
Shaking her head slowly, Madame Pomfrey props the door open once more, and for a terrifying moment I am sure that this is because Katie is gone, but mercifully I am beckoned forward, and I see that the last bed in the very back is occupied.
I want to run, but suddenly all my energy is gone, and I find myself barely moving my feet at all.
"Katie?" I ask tentatively. I am quiet, because even though I know she is not sleeping-not really-I feel that maybe if I am careful enough, gentle enough, then maybe she will be okay.
She doesn't move, so I sit down next to her. It's probably for the best, because I'm beginning to feel nauseous again.
I don't know how long I am there, but I think I fall asleep, because the next thing I am aware of is my teammates, fully showered and neatly dressed, standing in front of me, but looking at Katie.
I stand slowly and heads turn towards me. Alicia throws her arms around my neck and begins to cry, and as horrible as it is I am thankful because if she is crying then I don't have to. So I hold her and pat her back and allow her to make a mess of my Quidditch robes, and I alternate between focusing on her and the small moments where I lose my willpower and have to turn back to look at Katie.
She looks horrible. There is a blood-soaked bandage wrapped around her head, and that is how I know that this is bad, very bad, because blood is normally an easy problem to fix when you have magic at your skin is looking thinner and thinner by the second. I wonder what she is dreaming about, but she is lying so still that eventually I give up believing that she is dreaming about anything at all.