Miles' overdose

[Morgana Knightley]

Are you sure?

*picks the blankets up off the floor*

Here, let me cover you back up. It's freezing in here.

*stretches the blankets over his body then stands back, wondering why he hasn't turned around to look at her*

I'm so glad you're okay Miles. I was worried sick.

[Miles Bletchley]

*turns to look at her*

Thanks.. I mean, thanks for finding me and helping me...

[Morgana Knightley]

*smiles and shakes her head*

No need to thank me. I'm just glad I found you. Don't even want to think what may have happened if I didn't.

*sighs*

I should probably apologise for being so rude to you the other night. Even though I was upset, I really shouldn't have said the things I did.

[Miles Bletchley]

*smiles weakly*

It's OK, I deserved it and it was all true.

*sighs and looks out the window, sadness showing in his eyes*

[Morgana Knightley]

*shrugs and waves her hand by way of saying "Don't worry about it."*

You came around a lot faster than I thought you would, though I was sure you'd be okay.

I guess the people here are not as incompetent as they seem.

*sniggers as sits at the very edge of the foot of the bed*

*notices the look on his face and frowns*

You seem sad Miles. Is it because of Silvery?

[Miles Bletchley]

*looks back at her*

I don't know. I guess so. I just wanted to say something to her before she left but I was too late. It doesn't matter.

Hey, thanks for coming to see me though. We're still friends, aren't we?

[Morgana Knightley]

*gives him a genuine smile*

Of course Miles. We've been through quite a bit together. We'll always be friends.

I'd like to see you happy though.

*crosses her arms and sighs*

I tried to make Silvery see some sense, but I'm not sure I got through to her. Perhaps I'm just the wrong person for it, being your ex-girlfriend and all.

[Miles Bletchley]

*sits up slowly*

Really? What did you say to her?

[Morgana Knightley]

Well, uh...I guess I just tried to get her to realise how much the two of you need each other. But for some reason beyond my understanding she just won't admit to it.

*looks at him pointedly*

I also told her I don't think she deserves you...she didn't like that.

[Miles Bletchley]

It's because she still loves Malfoy.

*stares back out the window with another sigh*

[Morgana Knightley]

*shrugs with a slight shake of her head*

Perhaps. But I'm not so sure. I'm pretty good at reading people, and the state that she was in when she thought you were dying would have made anyone think you were the love of her life.

[Blaise Zabini]

*bursts in the room with a flashy grin and his usual swagger*

S'up Bletchley.

*nods at Morgana with a cheeky wink*

Thought you might want these bro.

*places a bottle of Firewhisky and a few magazines down on the side table, then puts his hands in his pockets as he looks around the room*

Feeling better I take it? Heard you nearly died man - scared the flipping bejesus out of me.

[Morgana Knightley]

*can hardly believe her eyes*

Are you serious Zabini? Firewhiskey? The man poisoned himself and you're going to bring him alcohol?

*shakes her head in annoyance*

That's a good friend for you...

*rolls her eyes*

[Blaise Zabini]

*laughs heartily *

Alright babe, chill! I brought it because he likes it, and I know he's run out, because he's drunk it all. Ha ha. Right Bletchley?

[Morgana Knightley]

*bites her lip, trying to hold back a smile*

That's not funny, Blaise.