Post by Corliss Malfoy on Dec 28, 2009 2:04:37 GMT
A pain filled yell echoed through the empty halls. The footsteps could be heard faintly between the screams, which was seldom if at all. It had been going on for a little over an hour and a half. It wasn't that late in the night, but everyone was in their Common Room. It was odd that everything was still and at ease. It was a calm night, no storm raging outside of the doors, but there needed to be some noise. The girl's screams went on, letting everyone know that she would cause the much needed noise. If one was wise, they would know that the cause of the ruckus was the small Slytherin girl who was being, ever so slowly, helped through the halls by her best guy friend. It was apparent that the girl was in tremendous pain, and that wasn't far from the truth. Faster footsteps came, following the trail of the last scream. Two strong looking boys came to a halt in front of her. Panting softly, most likely from sprinting to meet her. Bent over, catching her breath was the girl who was causing the disturbance. Her head flew up, an angry scowl on her lips. Another scream ripped from her lips, her face twisting in agony. Beads of sweat lined her face. She beckoned them forward, confused when they darted back around the corner. A mattress, suspend in mid air, came back with them before dropping to the ground for her to climb on.
As soon as her head hit the clean linen, the spell was cast and she was in the air. Another scream. More sweat. Her eyes were frantically searching for her friend. She shouted his name, her voice strained and filled with pain. She found his gaze as he caught up with her, she smiled weakly at him. Her lips formed words that weren't audible. "Thank you for helping me" she would have said if the agonizing pain coming from her abdomen hadn't, once again, brought her back to the present time. She hadn't lost count of the floors, even with every scream for mercy, she'd kept herself going. Fourth floor. Her hand flew to her stomach as they entered the Hospital Wing. People gathered around her, but the one person she wished with all her heart would grab her hand wasn't in sight.
She felt her back leave the soft comfort of the first mattress, just to be laid on another. Another scream, more sweat. She yelled for medication, for anything that would rid her of the pain. No one seemed to hear her. She yelled it again, begging as tears began to fall from her eyes. She heard the wooden doors slam shut. She screamed his name as loud as she could, her voice echoing through the room as a needle poked her arm. The pain was gone as soon as it had started, her legs and belly feeling numb. She felt someone's hand on her cheek. She looked up through her tear covered eyelashes, hoping to see her boyfriend looking down at her. Instead, she saw a woman she'd never seen in her life. She said something about no one being able to come into the room. She screamed again, this time her heart ripping as the words hit her. "He has to come in! Its his damn baby too!" she shouted, her voice choking off in sobs. They couldn't do this to her, not with what she was going to have to go through.
Madame Pomfrey came bustling over, a vial in her hand. She said something quickly to the black haired lady before looking down at the girl laying on the cot. "Drink this." she whispered, pressing the vial to her lips. The contents slid down her throat, leaving peace instead of anger and depression. "He is coming. I'll let him in, Corliss." she promised, her voice filled with worry. She closed her eyes then, wishing that he was there. His name formed in her mouth. "Noah" she whispered softly, talking to no one in particular. She opened her eyes again, looking up at the woman she trusted so. "I know, dear. I know." she replied, walking away to the door. A wet rag was pressed to her already drenched head. Her eyes were on the door, never moving, only closing her eyes to blink. "You'll make it, Corliss. Noah will be here in due time" she reassured herself, not sure what to think.
As soon as her head hit the clean linen, the spell was cast and she was in the air. Another scream. More sweat. Her eyes were frantically searching for her friend. She shouted his name, her voice strained and filled with pain. She found his gaze as he caught up with her, she smiled weakly at him. Her lips formed words that weren't audible. "Thank you for helping me" she would have said if the agonizing pain coming from her abdomen hadn't, once again, brought her back to the present time. She hadn't lost count of the floors, even with every scream for mercy, she'd kept herself going. Fourth floor. Her hand flew to her stomach as they entered the Hospital Wing. People gathered around her, but the one person she wished with all her heart would grab her hand wasn't in sight.
She felt her back leave the soft comfort of the first mattress, just to be laid on another. Another scream, more sweat. She yelled for medication, for anything that would rid her of the pain. No one seemed to hear her. She yelled it again, begging as tears began to fall from her eyes. She heard the wooden doors slam shut. She screamed his name as loud as she could, her voice echoing through the room as a needle poked her arm. The pain was gone as soon as it had started, her legs and belly feeling numb. She felt someone's hand on her cheek. She looked up through her tear covered eyelashes, hoping to see her boyfriend looking down at her. Instead, she saw a woman she'd never seen in her life. She said something about no one being able to come into the room. She screamed again, this time her heart ripping as the words hit her. "He has to come in! Its his damn baby too!" she shouted, her voice choking off in sobs. They couldn't do this to her, not with what she was going to have to go through.
Madame Pomfrey came bustling over, a vial in her hand. She said something quickly to the black haired lady before looking down at the girl laying on the cot. "Drink this." she whispered, pressing the vial to her lips. The contents slid down her throat, leaving peace instead of anger and depression. "He is coming. I'll let him in, Corliss." she promised, her voice filled with worry. She closed her eyes then, wishing that he was there. His name formed in her mouth. "Noah" she whispered softly, talking to no one in particular. She opened her eyes again, looking up at the woman she trusted so. "I know, dear. I know." she replied, walking away to the door. A wet rag was pressed to her already drenched head. Her eyes were on the door, never moving, only closing her eyes to blink. "You'll make it, Corliss. Noah will be here in due time" she reassured herself, not sure what to think.