Much dialogue. Such wow.

Hannah opened her eyes to see Snape sitting in front of her, with his hand on her shoulder. Why was she still alive? She just remembered dying. She remembered dying more than once. She made eye contact with the man, he didn't look as cold as he usually did. He looked worried. Hannah had seen how he saved her. Saved her, ruined her motives. She didn't know if she were angry or grateful with him. She wanted to die so badly, she so badly just wanted to be rid of all the pain she had, but at the same time she was grateful, grateful to find out that someone actually did care about her in the end. The first person she ever knew that cared about her.

Snape watched as Hannah's eyes shifted through several emotions. Confusion, anger, gratefulness, worry. He didn't know how to feel about her emotional confusion. He supposed he would feel the same way, he wouldn't know how to react when someone who he thought hated him turned out to save his life. Or perhaps she thought he ruined her life by saving her, or perhaps even she thought he ruined her life altogether just by being a terrible teacher? Thoughts reeled through his head, both logical and illogical. He watched as Hannah tried moving, but instead winced in pain. "Miss Byron," he started, moving his hand off her shoulder. "Does your leg hurt?" he asked, he felt weird now that she was awake. He didn't know how to talk to her. He wanted to be nicer to her for some reason, he wanted her to know that he somewhat did care. He wanted her to know that she wasn't the only person in the world fighting that fight. Hannah just nodded back, without saying a word. "You can talk to me, you know. I won't kill you if you want to be angry with me." Snape slightly joked. He felt guilty as soon as he saw her eyes focus onto blankness at his words. Focusing on something in the past. "Can you at least say something? I hate talking too, you know." Hannah's eyes focused back onto Snape.
"My leg." Was all she managed to say. Snape removed the covers off the bed, and pushed aside the fabric covering the wound, to see a massive bruise cover the area around her wound. His eyes momentarily focused on the scars, as he remembered the questions he wanted to ask. Snape reached for the vial of Murtlap Essence off of the bedside table, and dabbed a bit over the barely opened wound. It was nowhere near as bad as it was, but it would have relieved some pain a bit anyway.
"There's not much I can do about the bruise, I'm afraid." Snape eventually informed.
"I don't mind the pain." Hannah replied. Snape's head snapped up at the comment. His initial surprise was because of the fact that she had openly spoken, then it was because she said she didn't mind pain.
"You don't mind pain?" Snape repeated, to clarify his thoughts.
"You missed out a rather important article. I don't mind the pain." Hannah repeated. "Pain in general isn't w…" Hannah stopped midsentence, when she realized she was talking too much. She didn't need to clarify what she was saying, it wasn't necessary. Snape watched Hannah as she rethought what she was saying.
"Continue." He edged on.
"It's not important." Hannah stated. It wasn't. She didn't mind the pain she was in at the moment. She didn't mind the physical pain. She hated any other type of pain. She hated emotional pain, she hated mental pain. She didn't want Snape thinking that she enjoyed pain, though. She didn't want him asking any more questions, although he probably deserved answers, after what he witnessed.

Snape had questions reeling through his head. He wanted to know so many answers, but he didn't know how to approach the questions. "Miss Byron," Snape started, "I would like to know how you received all of these scars." Snape asked, awkwardly. He had no idea how to ask, but he couldn't control his curiosity, and his worry.
"I hardly think you need an answer for clarity, sir." Hannah replied, just as awkwardly. If he knew that she had hurt herself purposefully on this occasion, she knew he was smart enough to put the pieces together for every other occasion. Snape sighed at her answer. He knew the answer, and he supposed he did receive the clarity he wanted.
"There are other ways, you realize." Snape tried reasoning. He knew the pain she was in, he knew the thought of wanting to inflict pain on himself, just to make himself feel like he thought he deserved.
"10 years of trying other ways didn't result too well, did it?" Hannah retorted, half irritated. She hated the fact that he was trying to reason with her. She had tried other ways, she had tried distracting herself, in hundreds of different ways, but they never resulted well. She had tried everything, and she wanted last night to be the last thing she tried. Of course somebody had to ruin it.
"You don't always have to handle things on your own." Snape lost the awkwardness, which instead was overridden with worry. He felt worried for the girl, who was so torn that she thought her only other option for happiness was death. Hannah looked up at Snape. She hated getting close to people, because she was so scared that she'd just ruin their lives. She was so prone to stuffing things up, she was always worried that if she did or said the wrong thing that somebody would end up being hurt.
"It doesn't matter whether you handle a situation with someone else, you always end up on your own in the end." Hannah spoke, with a hint of pain in her voice. Snape felt taken aback with the hint of emotion in her voice. He could relate to the words, he could relate to having someone there, who in the end just turned away, to leave him alone in the dark.
"Some people stick around, always." Snape looked her straight in the eyes. He let emotion slip through his mask. He let her see the hint of caring he had for her.

The door burst open, as Madam Pomfrey marched in, carelessly. "Ah, so you're awake then. Oh, and Severus, you're looking rather well now. Right. Is there anything you need, dear?" Madam Pomfrey looked at Hannah questioningly. Hannah shook her head in response. Madam Pomfrey looked at the two of them, to realize she might have burst in on them at an inappropriate moment. "Okay then, I'll be back later. I'll bring back food and drink for the both of you." She nodded to them both before departing the room again. Snape looked at the closed door, then looked back at Hannah, rolling his eyes.
"Why do you care?" Hannah eventually asked, after the small pause of silence. Snape pondered her question. He wasn't entirely sure of the answer, but he knew he had to answer it, answer it well enough for her to trust him.
"Because you remind me of myself." He started, a frown swept over his face. He looked at her, to see her eyes edging him for further explanation. "You're just as introverted as I was, as I am. I never had an enjoyable childhood. I just don't want anyone else to experience the same thing." He finished, relieved he managed to say it all, without faltering on his words. Hannah looked up at him, considering him, considering his words, considering their meaning. He wanted explanation, he wanted to know her past, and he was edging her to explain hers by implying his might be similar. He was trying to make her feel comfortable by evening out the surface. She nodded in response. She wasn't going to tell him anything. Not yet anyway. Not until she is given a good reason, although doing what he did for her was probably a good enough reason on its own.
"I want to help you. I don't want you to have that same experience. But to help you, I need to know what has happened in the past." Snape looked into Hannah's eyes, pleadingly. Hannah considered his request. He wanted to know everything in her past which made her the way she was, and he wanted to help. Hannah didn't want help. She wanted to be dead. But if she couldn't do that without being stopped, there's no way of helping yourself until you accept help. If he was willing to go on edge for her, and if he was willing to lower his mask just to make her feel comfortable, perhaps she could do him one favour, and perhaps she would feel a lot better with everything off her chest, for the first time in her life.

"You know Legilimency, I trust?" Hannah asked. She wasn't ever going to explain what happened in her past, and nothing in words would be able to explain the trauma of her past.
"Yes." Snape replied. Was she actually going to allow him to see? After all of that questioning about whether or not breaking into her mind was a massive privacy invasion?
"You're not to repeat anything to anyone." Hannah clarified.
"Are you sure you're willing to let me do this?" Snape questioned, he had only ever broken into someone's mind when he was torturing them for information, and he never thought he would ever do it on that person's command.
"As long as you're willing to see." Hannah replied, with a hint of worry in her voice. She thought him seeing her absolutely drenched in blood was enough pain for him to witness over 24 hours.
"Yes." Snape sighed. "Ready?" Hannah nodded her head in response. Snape pointed his wand at the girl, before muttering, "Legilimens."

Such cliffhanger Much irritating. Very suspense. Wow.

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