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Date: March 10th, 2002
Time: Early Evening
Location: Spring Training and then St. Mungo's
Characters Involved: Katie Weasley and NPCs
Rating: PG
There were many things happening on the pitch that day. Too many things, too many distractions. There had been a person there from the Daily Prophet to interview the team in their pre-season junket. With that reporter came photographers. Take on top of that a coach that was not happy that she had chosen to opt out of the next season after she trained a replacement and it made for not optimum playing conditions.
“You have to learn your formations!” she called to her trainee. The second stringers were great, but they weren’t starters for a reason. When the action was corrected though, Katie was the first to give praise. She circled around near the Keeper’s posts and gave her teammate a small smile.
She heard the warning, but it wasn’t in time. She didn’t even feel the collision of the bludger with the back of her, right between the shoulder blades. She was instantly out of it. Thankfully she wasn’t that far from the ground, only about fifteen feet. She slid off her broom to the ground with a hard thump, head first, right in front of the press. She didn’t get up.
The coach and various medical personnel came running over to tend to her. It wasn’t uncommon for a bludger to really screw a person up. Katie was stabilized before she was transferred to St. Mungo’s when they couldn’t wake her up at the medical facility for Spring Training. An owl was sent to her husband, alerting him that she was being transferred to St. Mungo’s for care after getting hit by a bludger in the back.
They didn’t really say anything more then that he would need to meet her there. She was settled into St. Mungo’s where her shoulders were completely immobilized until they could heal the breaks in the bones. Her head was wrapped up in gauze to cover the crack in her head that was just above her left eye. Said left eye was a myriad of colors from purple to yellow and red.
They advised that it would probably be a good amount of time before she woke up, head injuries were always tricky. They told him exactly what had happened and what her injuries were. They also told him that, irrevocably, her Quidditch career was over unless they wanted her to be a cripple. The nurses were genuinely sad because they’d been looking forward to seeing if the Harpies could defend their title.