Sabrina had spent the night in the Hospital Wing and needless to say Madam Pomfrey was none too pleased with her. 'Second time this week, first a fever now this.' she had been muttering to herself. Not long after she took the potions provided by the nurse, Sabrina had fallen into a deep sleep, exhausted from the pain and the panic. SHe had a dream
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At first he didn't speak, as though a mute and couldn't. He didn't even know if she had realized he had woken up when his hoarse voice sparked through his sore throat.
"Your wrist...how is it?"
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"Fine," she whispered softly, "It's fine. How're you?" she said, once more brushing his bangs back out of his eyes. His eyes were an astonishing bue, she noticed, not all together to different from her own. He looked like hell, but she wouldn't say that.
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"I'm glad your well...I was worried...when I left...I should of stayed...I should of helped you and Remus here" he said knowing that though he'd received the worst blows, that he had atleast landed one punch, his first. He coughed slightly, head lurching up words as though his chest was being crushed.
"I'm not ill because of Remus...I ran out into the rain..." he said after he'd recovered from the bout of agony.
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"Anthony, this is my fault, I'm so sorry." she felt her heart wrench as his coughing fit seemed to cause him immense pain. Placing the back of her hand to his forhead, at least he didn't have a fever any longer. She thought to herself. Running the back of her hand ever so gently down the side of his face, careful to avoid any bruises or scrapes she held back tears. Don't you dare cry she yelled at herself.
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