HEY GUYS! I'm so excited, 4th chapter and I feel like this is going to be fantastic! (Hehe, see what I did there ;D) Uploading my be slower due to the fact that I'm back to school (again) I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I think I might bring in Chase next chapter ;) Also, I had to change how long ago Juliet had written the journal page about the Doctor, so that's why chapter three was deleted and then posted again. So, originally it was just the year before, but now it's three years ago. So, yeah thanks and enjoy!
Juliet's POV-Still With The Doctor-Same Day
For what seemed like years there was a heavy silence between us. He finally nodded slowly, as thought taking in what I had just said, and then smiled.
"Take your time," He said getting up and leading me out.
I wanted to scream, to say something, to even comprehend what happened next. I felt a crushing force push me down the stairs, and then hitting something after what felt like the longest fall I've ever experienced. I wanted to cry out for help, but I could barely stay conscious, and then everything was black. I couldn't hear, I couldn't see, and I couldn't even move.
The Doctor-The Hospital Wing-Later That Night
I stood in front of where Juliet lay, pacing. She could have been killed, or paralyzed. Anything could be wrong, and it was my fault for not walking her back to her room or at least making sure nothing happened. All I heard was her falling down the stairs, a scream of pain, and then the rush of footsteps outside of my door. Severus had been the one to carry her down here and her brother, and a few people that I assumed were her friends followed him, trying to keep up with him. I came in after it calmed down a bit, and have waited for about 6 hours for her to wake up.
A groan made me turn and look at her bed. She was mumbling and beginning to wake. Poppy looked over and bustled over to her, pulling the curtains around her bed closed. I sighed and began to walk back to my office, thinking of who, or what, may have pushed her the whole time.
When I got there I was surprised to see Minerva waiting in there, along with Severus and Dumbledore. I sat at my desk, looking between them. Severus glared at me as Minerva spoke.
"Did you see what happened to her?" She asked me immediately. I knew this question would be brought up, and I shook my head.
"I just heard her fall, and then scream. Nothing else. She left my office, and I came back in to grade papers. I ran out just as she was being taken to the hospital wing," I said honestly. Dumbledore nodded.
"As I told you, Severus, he ran out of his office after it happened. He wouldn't have been quick enough to leave before everyone came," He said in his neutral, quiet voice. I had never heard him raise his voice, not once, and I hoped I would never have to.
That night I fell into a restless sleep, every dream I had was about her. Our talk, her beginning to wake up, and when I saw her all of those years ago. In a small neighborhood, in the smallest town I had ever seen. She had been completely alone. I had spoken to her, and she was so quiet, but polite. All of these thoughts whirred around in my head, becoming morphed dreams, and soon nightmares.
Juliet's POV-The Next Morning-Hospital Wing
I felt stiff and sore everywhere and I felt like I would never be able to move again. As my eyes opened I looked around me. I felt something on my arm, and looked down, seeing it in a sling. I heard hushed whispers from in front of me, but I couldn't see who it was. My glasses lay at my bedside, mangled and broken. I sighed, feeling my lungs burn as I did.
The rest of that day The Doctor, dad, Silveus, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Tom all sat by me, asking any question that came to mind. They were all completely worried for me, but I was sitting up and feeling pretty well by the time they got there. Madam Pomphrey had taken off the sling and made sure I was completely alright before finally letting them see me, but it was a pretty good day. Several students left me 'Get well soon' cards and candy, which I shared with everyone. It wasn't until after Silveus, Harry, Ron, Hermione, The Doctor, and Tom left that dad spoke to me.
"What happened?" He asked worried. I knew he expected me to know who had done it to me and how it all played out, but I didn't, so I shrugged.
"I don't know. One minute I'm getting ready to go up to the Gryffindor common room, and the next I wake up here this morning. All I remember was something pushing me. Everything else is kind of a blur. I heard Tom say that I was even lucky to make it out as well as I did, with how far I apparently fell," I told him, with a heavy sigh.
"Then," said a voice to my left, making dad and I jump, "we'll just have to figure out who did it."
I looked up and saw a man with tousled, white-blond hair and brown eyes. He looked around and, as he did, walked over and stood by my bed. "This seems like a nice place," he commented as he began to pace.
"Who are you?" I asked looking at him, letting a dangerous amount of curiosity flood into me.