1 year ago
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#Dale Lyons
#Megan Morrow
#if i fell

if i fell | dale  

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Megan saw black and a whole lot of black. She hurt so much, but she couldn’t move, and she hoped, really hoped, that she could still walk. She felt somebody touch her and her immediate reaction was to flinch, but she couldn’t flinch. Was something really wrong? She tried her hardest not to think of the pain, but it was blinding, and it just demanded to be felt. She knew she shouldn’t, but all she wanted to do was give up and sink in to the comforting black from behind her eyelids, but she had to fight this, didn’t she? She couldn’t give up, could she? No. No. She had to fight. She did. She had to. But she didn’t know what to do.

Someone, a boy, spoke to her and she found herself almost accidentally clinging to his words. Instructions, that’s what she wanted, what she needed. Instructions. She opened her mouth quietly and a small noise emitted from her mouth. “Hello,” she gasped, concentrating on reply to him exactly. It helped. “Okay. Wake up.” She opened her eyes a crack and focused on blinking. “I’m awake. But… W… what do I do now?” Hopefully he  would tell her. “Please keep talking.”

Dale made a quiet noise in affirmation when she started to talk, only to mentally shake his head at himself. She had just taken a huge fall, she obviously wasn’t feeling quite herself. He was quite frankly afraid that she’d just pass out. He wouldn’t blame her if she did but it definitely wasn’t ideal in terms of her health. For now, he focused on her questions. “Hello. Stay awake, will you? Listen to my voice, tell me stories. Don’t slip away. Alright?” As he talked, he took his wand out of his pocket and surveyed her, deciding on the best course of option. Levitation spell, definitely.

He murmured the spell and the girl was in the air, looking perfectly still. He got a better look at her battered body, mouth twitching in what others would call a wince as he looked at the damage. She was definitely going to get some bruising…her shoulder looked dislocated and her leg seemed as if it were broken. She’d become quite battered! He honestly wondered what had happened but decided it was none of his business. She fell. How, Merlin knows, but she fell and she’d fallen hard.

“I’m going to take you to the Hospital Wing now,” he said, measuring his words out loudly and carefully, so that she could focus on them. “Madame Pomfrey will fix you up right away. I know it’s painful right now but stay awake.” He continued to talk to her, encouraging her to respond as he floated her down to the Hospital Wing.