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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 17, 2007 19:25:46 GMT
I stumble into the hospital with Ian by my side. Leaning against the doorframe for a moment, having to catch my breath. Trying to ignore the now searing pains in my back and chest.
I gesture to Ian towards two of the empty beds before pushing myself away from the doorframe to walk to an empty bed.
Not having the energy after i sat down to call Madam Pomfrey just yet.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 17, 2007 19:34:26 GMT
Thinking vaguely I'd been spending too much time here because of Logan lately, but more concerned by the constricting ache in my chest, and the steady flow of blood that had started up again from the wound, and the fact that Izzy seemed hardly able to move, I push the thought aside, sinking down heavily on the other bed, unable to summon the energy to speak.
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 17, 2007 19:53:44 GMT
"Is this how things are going to be like from now on?" I croak.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 17, 2007 19:54:36 GMT
"I don't-...know what you-...mean." I mutter, but only because I didn't want to answer, struggling to string words together.
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 17, 2007 19:57:44 GMT
"Look at us Ian. We're seventeen and we're fighting for our fucking lives. We haven't even left school yet-..." I trail off, running out of energy to talk.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 17, 2007 20:01:04 GMT
"Yes-...this is how it'll-...be for the rest of our-...lives." I struggle out, not wanting to add that our lives might not last that much longer, because I'd run out of energy and didn't really want to add it.
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 17, 2007 20:07:47 GMT
"Pomfrey!" I call out feebly, knowing we had to get healed soon. We were both losing blood pretty fast. Thinking sadly over what Ian had said.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 17, 2007 20:12:04 GMT
I lean back slightly, pressing my palms to my forehead, trying to block out the pain.
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 17, 2007 20:16:09 GMT
I close my eyes and lean my head back into my pillow.
I hear footsteps going our from Madam Pomfrey's office.
"Miss Knox, Mr. Hunt, what on earth has happend to you?" I hear her ask in a shocked voice.
I turn my head and open my eyes to look at Ian, not knowing what to say to Pomfrey.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 17, 2007 20:18:47 GMT
"Lost-...my temper." I mutter in a strained voice, "Never meant to hex-...her. Sorry-...Izzy."
Didn't want to let any Professor's know anything about Logan.
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 17, 2007 20:32:08 GMT
"Yeah-...i thought he hexed me on purpose-...cursed him back." I mumble, closing my eyes again.
"Well, both of you have been extremely immature. I would expect better behavior off students in seventh year." She sniffed, before walking back towards here office to get some blood replenishing potions.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 17, 2007 20:32:58 GMT
I catch her eye across the room, thanking her silently for keeping what really happened quiet.
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 18, 2007 14:49:10 GMT
"Why don't you want any of them to know about him?" I ask in a hoarse whisper.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 15:26:10 GMT
"They find out-...he get's more pissed-...off." I mutter.
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 18, 2007 17:05:19 GMT
"Oh it's one of those, 'it'll just make things worse' situations."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 17:07:15 GMT
I nod, giving up on talking when it wasn't necessary.
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 18, 2007 17:11:07 GMT
I lean back into my pillow again, closing my eyes, trying to dull out the pain in my back and in my chest.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 17:17:15 GMT
"I'm sorry." I manage to mutter, "About what he-...did to you...I'm sorry."
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 18, 2007 17:28:02 GMT
"S'not you're fault." I mumble in a strained voice as my back gives a sharp pain.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 17:29:43 GMT
"No, really is." I mutter.
'Ohhhh ChrisChris...you know what? While you're still healing and incapable of putting up a decent fight...which I do what before I kill you, I'm going after your friends! Hmm...yep yep, yes I am.'
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 18, 2007 17:51:45 GMT
"You weren't the one doing it." I shrug, then wincing in pain after i do so.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 17:57:00 GMT
"No, I just-...bought it on everyone." I mutter, forcing myself up into a sitting position.
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 18, 2007 18:03:13 GMT
"How?" I ask, arching an eyebrow.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 18:04:07 GMT
"He-...wants me dead. That's why-...he's here in the first-...place."
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 18, 2007 18:10:28 GMT
"Why-...why does he want you dead?" I ask
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 18:47:57 GMT
I look at the floor, "Because-...I betrayed him."
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 18, 2007 19:05:49 GMT
I look at him questioningly for a moment before asking quietly "What did you do?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 19:07:53 GMT
I start to speak, then stop again, sitting up a little more, "You have to understand-...I had to do it. They were-...out of control." I mutter in my defence before saying honestly, "I killed-...killed our friends."
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Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 18, 2007 19:17:11 GMT
I look away from him for a few moments before looking back. "Why, what did they do?" I ask. Wanting to know the reason behind it all.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 18, 2007 19:19:05 GMT
I don't say anything for a moment, "We were all-...killing. There's a-...difference though. Between killing on-...orders and killing for-...fun." I mumble.
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