"A/N: Okay, so let us pretend it hasn't been five years since I last updated this story! (Oops), I am so very sorry!. I know this probably won't match the length or depth of previous chapters but i'm trying to get back into the swing of things.
By the time Albus has managed to enter the room where Minerva had been shouting from, Tom Riddle had been wounded greatly and rested unconscious on the floor. Making sure Tom couldn't attack either of them, he went to Minerva's side, apart from the cuts and bruising to her face, she appeared to be unharmed, however she too was unconscious.
It hadn't taken the Aurors long to detain the fragile Riddle, he was extradited straight to Azkaban, where his would may be tended too but his mind would slowly descend into madness. Something Albus found a very satisfying thought.
Albus had been sat at Minerva's bedside for what seemed like months, it had only been in fact a week since the fateful night of her duelling with Tom Riddle, at first glance she would appear to be fine, however she hadn't woken up once since she was bought from the Manor. Test after test revealed nothing to be wrong, the doctors and matrons came hourly then as the days passed on it became aware they weren't able to do anything but wait.
Guilt had been wracking his mind and body, he knew he should have made her stay at the castle, he knew something would happen to her. The bruising and swelling on Minerva's face had started to calm, but the bruises covering her body still stained a bright purple, another thing to add to his guilt.
His hand had been entwined with hers every passing moment, he wanted her to know he was there, that she wasn't alone. He just wanted her to wake, to come back to him. He couldn't sit for much longer, his mind in turmoil, his heart aching and a lump growing in his throat, he stood and placed a gentle kiss on her lips and whispered "My dear, beautiful Minerva. Please wake, please come home to me. I'm waiting for you, I will always be waiting"
All Minerva could feel was the thumping in her head, her throat dry and painful. It was his gentle kiss that had woken her from her slumber, her eyes fluttering with the lights in her room, she turned slowly to see the retreating form of Albus. 'Albus' she hadn't expected her voice to be as faint as it was or to hurt as much as it did to speak, as quiet as it was, he still heard her.
Striding back to her side, his sand cupping hers once more. "Minerva, my love." He called for a matron to come. "I can't say how pleased I am to see you awake".
Confusion must have been written all over her face as he then continued. "You're in St Mungo's, you've been here a week. He didn't want to go into details of what had happened just yet, although knowing Minerva she would try her hardest to get them out of him. "How are you feeling?"
The matrons had come to conduct more diagnostic spells on her, to Minerva's distaste of course. "Well Ms McGonagall, it seems you're healing rather well, we of course would like to keep an eye on you still..". "You will not" was her simple reply, if she had been in a week already, she surely wanted to go home. "We have a matron at Hogwarts, I will be well cared for.".
Albus knew better than to argue with Minerva, so soon he arranged for her discharge.