I'm Too Bloody Old For Quidditch

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Interestingly enough, Greyson was feeling well enough to play a Quidditch match with some old school mates, but as we all know drinking and Quidditch don't really live together harmoniously.*

*Once again he had too much single-malt whiskey, and took a Bludger to the back, head, gut, and head again, the latter knocking him unconscious and clear off his broom. Perhaps it was a good thing he had been drinking, because he may have broken more bones than he did when he landed upon the hard frozen ground.*

*He was brought to St. Mungo's still unconscious, head split open, both legs broken, a broken arm, six ribs broken, broken jaw, dislocated shoulder, and we can't forget the fact his ribs are poking into his lung, making it nearly impossible for the wizard to breath, and his spleen, causing internal bleeding.*

*At least his friend's were in decent enough shape to bring the wizard here, where he actually has a chance instead of being taken care of by a bunch of drunken sods.*

[Katie Bell]

I don't bloody care who you are, just move!

*Katie hisses through her clenched teeth, frustration and annoyance towards the entire situation perfectly clear in her tone. She's standing right outside Greyson's room, face to face with a particularly stubborn Healer, no, not even an actual Healer, but an intern. The wizard's just wasting both his and Katie's time by trying to convince her that whatever's inside this room is something she wouldn't care to see at all.*

Listen, you crackpot, I know it's not good, otherwise he wouldn't be here. Why don't you-

*Is interrupted by the wizard's comment, huffing loudly as her frustration grows. She narrows her eyes at the intern, giving him a look that makes all the 'go-to-bloody-hell' glares she reserved for Oliver Wood and his before dawn practices seem like blinks of innocence.*

Intern, Auror, the Minister himself- I do not care who you are, but I suggest you get out of my way, or I'll hex you out of it before you could say 'Quidditch.'

*A heartbeat later, she storms into the room, forgetting the intern with each step he takes as he sprints away, down the corridor. The sight before her is shocking, not too unexpected but still so painful, that for a second she believes she's the one who fell off her broom and crashed onto the ground below.*

Oh, sweet Merlin...

*Her furious pace slows to wobbly steps as she blinks in slight disbelief. Her heart stops, her lungs lock and one hand brushes her hair over her shoulder to keep from reaching out to the physically broken wizard.*

*Sure, the scrawling in the letter she recieved mentioned that he wouldn't be a pretty sight. But right now, she could throttle the idiots he calls friends, because they let him get on the broom in the first place. The only thing preventing her from doing just that, is the fact that they had enough brain cells- possibly collectively- to bring him to St. Mungo's.*

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Can vaguely hear arguing outside of where ever he is, he's not sure, the last thing he remembers is laughing his head off, and then nothing. He knows something isn't right, and he feels as though a Dragon, Hippogriff, Unicorn, Giant, and Troll trampled over him in a great stamped of sorts.*

*His mouth tastes horrible, like blood, and bogeys? Carefully he cracks open an eye, certain he's at home in bed, and he's dreaming, though nothing would hurt if he was dreaming. The second his eye is open just a hair, the light from the room hurts, and he groans, snapping it shut once more. Greyson didn't get a good look at where he is, and isn't really too concerned about that right now, he's a bit occupied with wondering he can barely breath, and in extreme amounts of pain.*

*Takes short shallows breaths, hoping that he will soon be out of this misery.*

Kill me... Just fu@#ing kill me...

[Katie Bell]

*Staggering forward, she collapses into the chair beside his bed as her legs give out from under her. Increduously wonders, silently.*

_{Gods, he can't even open his eyes!}

*She lets her eyes roam over his large frame, morbidly pausing at the numerous wounds, and the bruises already staining his skin.*

_{Why, oh why was he even playing? For Godric's sake, even First Years know you shouldn't drink and fly! Bloody sing-}

*She blinks, as it finally hits, why he was drinking and how this all started. Reaching out with a shaky hand, she runs her fingertips over one bruise on his forearm with a feather-light touch. The realization that she pushed him to the bottle almost literally rips her to shreds inside.*

I- I- G-

*Forces herself to take a deep breath, wincing as the air claws down her throat, and into her lungs.*

-Greyson, oh Merlin, I- I'm sorry!

*Turns away from the wizard, wrapping her arms around herself as she bites back a sob. She's done enough to him already, she should just keep her hands to herself before something else happens.*

[Greyson Ollivander]

*His mantra of, "Kill me... Just fu@#ing kill me...", continues through his mind when a sudden pain hits his arm, and he violently drags a breath into his broken body. Being able to barely breath, and inhaling so suddenly causes him to cough, and blood to trickle out of his mouth.*

*Greyson is getting much worse, and a healer hasn't yet been into see him, if someone doesn't arrive soon the wizard just might not make it, and that would be sad considering his injuries wouldn't be life threatening if the wizarding hospital wasn't so busy.*

*All the wizard can do is cough, groan in pain, and lay there on the bed*

*Chokes through a groan, thinking that he'll never see the love of his life again, but thankfully she won't be here to see him die. With as much internal bleeding in the wizard he should bleed out in a matter of minutes, and he can feel a hazy warmth envelope him while he grows tired, oh so tired.*

E-E-Even when I'm dead, I'll love you forev...

*Trails off in too much pain, and too tired to continue, Greyson begins to give up on fighting for life, there's no reason for him to stay anymore, and starts to "go on"... On to where he doesn't know yet, but it certainly doesn't feel like there will be any pain where ever he's going. Slowly his breathing becomes even shallower, and much quieter.*

[Augustus Pye]

*races into the room, several items in one hand and the wand drawn in his other. He points it at the witch, hissing*

Get away from him, you'll just make it worse!

*quickly stupefies the injured wizard into a long lasting inconscious state and starts to work, removing first the blood spilling into and out of his body*

Scourgify! Scourgify!

*working his way up from the legs to the head of the unfortunate man he mumbles more incantations*

Ferula! Vulnera sanentur! Ferula!

*finally he inserts carefully a tube in Greysons mouth and fills in a large bottle of Skele-Gro*

In Salazar's name, what did this guy think he was doing?

*continues with cramming down a huge dose of wound cleaning potion, turns to the witch and explains*

I can't wake him up yet, he'll be in too much pain, but apparently you know him well enough so if you would like to help, massage him with that.

*stuffs a tub with Dr. Ubbly's Oblivious Unction in her hands*

I am sorry, there are other patiens waiting, in case he seems to get worse or if he wakes up, call me or any other healer. He should be unconscious for about three hours now, until all spells and potions have taken effect.

[Katie Bell]

*Blinks, because one second it's just her and Greyson in the room, then the next, some frustrated Healer rushes in. She pales at his words, immediately taking two steps back because he's right, she'll only make things worse. It's her fault Greyson's here in the first place.*

_{So much for keeping him safe, Bell...}

*Eyes narrow with frustration towards herself, watching as the love of her life and the most important thing to this Gryffindor witch is slowly pieced back together. Right now, looking at him, she knows she'd give anything to switch their places, so he's not in all this pain.*

I- what?

*She's thinking she should really start paying more attention to the room around her, because she keeps missing the little things. Suddenly, she's holding a tube of- she checks the side, which reads "Dr. Ubbly's Oblivious Unction"- and the Healer's telling her to massage the injured wizard in the bed?*

B- but, he's- we're not...

_{We used to be...}

I, well...alright, fine!

*Huffs, squeezing a bit of whatever's in the tube into her hand, setting it down in the chair she jumped up from. It's cool, and ick, sticky, and she makes a face at the fact that she's going to have to deal with this, because it's something that needs to be done. She wiggles her fingers, looking down at the paste on her hands.*

*She turns, pursing her lips as she hopes this isn't going to hurt the wizard. Moments later, Katie's finished rubbing the lotion/paste/goo into Greyson's skin. The tips of her ears and her cheeks are pink, because she has absolutely nothing against running her hands over him, but this time he's unconscious. And wounded. Reaching behind her, she pushes the empty tube off the chair, dropping into it with a sigh. Frowning, she knows there's nothing that could pull her away from him, not until she's convinced that he's going to be alright. Settling back into the chair, Katie prepares herself to sit right where she is, and wait for the wizard to finally wake up.*

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Minutes, hours, days later, Greyson doesn't know, the first thing he is conscious of his the aching throb throughout his body, and the stabbing pain within his head. He's slowly waking, though his eyes remain closed as he smacks his bone dry lips together.*

*A soft groan escapes his throat as his eyes flutter open, and he's immediately confused, wondering, Where in the name of Merlin am I? The lack of recognition causes an alarm to go off inside his thoughts, and he moves suddenly to sit up.*

AARRGGGH!!!

*Pain shoots over every muscle, nerve, tendon, pore, and hair of his body, and in the same movement he is laying back down, taking quick shallow breaths. Why does everything hurt? How did I...Where was...Who am I?*

[Katie Bell]

*Jerks awake, having almost dozed off waiting by Greyson's side. She blinks multiple times to brush the sleepiness away, scrambling to her feet when she sees him trying to sit up.*

No! Stay, just, stay down, lie back down.

*Twitches only slightly at his exclaimation, not a stranger to the pain of waking up right after a Quidditch accident. Her hands move to hold him, out of instinct, but she bites her lips and yanks them away from the wizard, not wanting to hurt him anymore. Thinks.*

_{Exactly like the Healer said: I'll just make it worse.}

*Glances nervously around the room for a moment, dragging her eyes back to Greyson as she sucks in a deep breath. What is she supposed to say at a time like this? "Hey there, sorry I left but you got drunk off your ar$e, tried to play Quidditch and failed, so now I'm back?" Oh Merlin, that doesn't even make sense in her own head. She stands there, silent, absolutely confused about what she should do.*

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Nods, pulling in strained breaths, too afraid to even twitch.*

Brilliant idea.

*Eyes widen as he finally notices that a witch was speaking to him, and he drags them over in her direction. As he looks to her there's something familiar about her, something comforting, almost as if she belongs here.*

Uh...forgive me...but...erm...we uh...yeah...do I know you?

[Katie Bell]

*Oh. Bloody. Hell. She'd rather hear about Jolie becoming the Minister of Magic before hearing that question slip from Greyson's lips. Katie stands there, frozen and unable to breathe. Her insides feel like a thousand golden snitches are fluttering around, but their wings are razorblades, slicing her into itty bitty pieces.*

I- I...

*She pauses, tearing herself away from his side as she looks at one of the sickeningly white walls. This is her chance, she could keep him safe and he wouldn't know the difference. He doesn't even remember her name! The moments pass slowly, or were they seconds, she doesn't know. If he doesn't remember her, then is this a sign? Has she really messed up too much this time, and this is her punishment? It fits, and she'll be able to keep him safe. She knows her heart would be shattered right now, but it isn't, only because the wizard on the bed holds it safe from the world.*

I...no, not really.

*Takes in another shaky breath, convincing herself to save her tears for later, when she's not around him.*

We're-

*Turns back to him, a strained smile pulling at her lips.*

-friends. Yeah, we're just friends.

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Blinks looking at her unable to get over the sense of familiarity. He nods with her explanation, it seems reasonable that they would be friends, maybe that's why he seems at ease with her presence.*

Right...friends.

*From the way his head is twisted upon his neck to allow him to see her it begins to ache more than it already was, and he begins to sit up, struggling to even get to his elbows.*

*Gritting his teeth, and giving a loud grunt through the pain, he's upright, well...somewhat. Leaning on a throbbing hip, and elbow, he can now see her better. His eyes widen a bit before he blinks repeatedly, thinking, Merlin, she's...she's beautiful, and we're friends? Even in pain, and lack of memory, Greyson is dazzled by Katie.*

Imma lucky bloke then, eh?

*Winces as a stabbing pain shoots up his legs, and side, and bites back the groan.*

[Katie Bell]

*It's supposed to hurt like this, because it's payback for how much she's hurt him lately. Afterall, a wizard as great, as amazing and more than she could ever hope for doesn't deserve to be saddled with someone as plain and obviously as cruel as herself. She nods, forcing herself to keep the smile on her face.*

Oh yeah, real lucky.

*Thinks.*

_{Lucky you won't have to deal with my mess anymore, but I'll always be thinking of you.}

*Makes her way over to him, reaching out to pat his hand softly. It's what a friend would do, right?*

You, er, were playing Quidditch...and fell off your broom.

*Winces at the painful sounds he's making, wishing she could be the one in pain instead.*

You should be, uh...more careful next time!

*Mentally kicks herself.*

_{Great, Bell. Now he's going to think you've escaped from the mental ward or something!}

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Breathes through the pain, and still manages to notice the soft warmth of her skin as she pats his hand. He drops his eyes toward the gesture, sensing a bit of electricity between them. He can't place his finger on it, but he's certain that if they're only friends it's because he hasn't been successful in his chase of her.*

*Blinks, attention pulled back to why he is here.*

Qudditch? Huh, go figure...

*Glances up at her, and unthinkingly his hand flips over, pressing his palm against hers while his thick fingers close around her hand gently.*

I don't remember playing...nor do I remember much about our friendship...

*Gives an apologetic smile, feeling as though he should remember, and wanting desperately to kick himself for not being able to.*

...But, hey, I'm not sure if I even know who I am, so...I guess that's saying something.

[Katie Bell]

*Eyes widen slightly as his hand turns over, and her heart skips a beat or two when his fingers close around her hand. She takes in a deep, shaky breath, looking down to their clasped hands.*

I- oh...really?

*Her strained smile drops, and her heartbreak shines through before she slams the mask back on. Either this is some bloody nightmare, or she's really been this cruel to him. She shrugs lightly, barely able to speak.*

Well, ha...guess that's what happens when- when you fall off your broom, mate.

*Calling him mate was odd, and uncomfortable. It would've been so easy to call him 'love' or something else, but she had to keep up apperances. She looks at him in surprise, hearing that he doesn't even know who he is. How hard was he hit, and how far did he fall?!*

Y-your name is Greyson Livingston Ollivander.

*She starts, looking him right in the eyes. Every little fact, habit and personality quirk of his races through her mind, and she speaks slowly, trying to sort through it all.*

You were born May 6th, you're the middle child, when you were 11 and first went to Hogwarts the Sorting Hat put you in Ravenclaw and you used to play Quidditch as the Beater.

*Blushes brightly, realizing that she sounds like either a stalker or a nutcase who knows loads more about him than she should.*

Merlin, I'm sorry!

*Moves to pull away, looking down at her feet in complete and total embarassment.*