Post by dana on Sept 3, 2005 13:12:44 GMT
((This is for me mainly. Or at least the beginning is. If you're a friend of either Dana or Kris and feel that you want to join, then contact me before though. Or Mary.))
Dana blinked, trying to hold back tears. Everything had happened so quickly. She had hold herself tightly together until now. But there wasn’t anything else she could do. Before McGonagall and other people had questioned her meaning Dana had had to pull herself together so Kris could get some help. She still had a hard time believeing everything that had happened on the Express – the Death Eaters attacking, Kris pushing her away. Dana shivered suddenly feeling very cold. Pulling a white thick cashmere sweater – a present Kris had given her at one time – tighter around her Dana pulled her legs up to her chair as well. Her clothes were warm and comfortable – the jeans were almost white on the sides from being worn so often and the white socks were warm. Yet Dana felt cold. Kris had blocked her from view with his own body. He had gotten Dana to safety and gotten hurt instead. He hadn’t even been given a chance to fight back!
Dana sighed and rubbed her temples. Healers from St. Mungos had been present. There was nothing anyone could do. Kris was in coma without anyone having any clue when he would be waking up again. Dana didn’t think about the possibility that he might not wake again. That wouldn’t be possible. Dana took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself and push back the unshed tears stinging in her eyes. The healers had said he had a strong organism. With all the riding, flying, jogging, swimming, martial arts and whtever else physical practice Kris did for fun he was in the best shape possible. He would pull through. He’d just had to do it.
Dana turned her head slighly looking out of the darkened window. She could hear faint noise coming from the Great Hall through the barely open window. The Sorting Ceremony and the welcoming feast seemed to be at full swing. As a prefect Dana was probably expected to be there to and to show the first years to the common room later. But she hadn’t felt like going. The laughter and happy chatter down there would only wound her right now. Right now with Kris... being here unconcsious. Dana didn’t want to think of the word ’coma’. It seemed too cold. Too medical as if he wasn’t a human being with a personality. Not the nicest guy around and most certainly not the easiest personality to handle, but she was Dana’s brother and best friend. Dana sighed pressing the heels of her hands over her eyes. She had been bruised a little – skinned her elbow and had a bump on her head. Comparing to what had happened to Kris it was practically nothing.
Her grand-parents – and Kris’s legal guardians – had been notified and they were coming towards Hogwarts. Yet, coming from all the wy from Japan took time even for wizards. They should be here shortly however. So Dana just curled up on a hard chair in the shadowy Hospital Wing, bit back her tears and waited. For her grand-parents to arrive and for Kris to wake.
Dana rested her chin on her knees and embraced her legs with her arms. Kris was laying on the bad with a bandage wrapped around his head. The smaller cuts the shattered glass had made were healed. And the glass picked out of his body but the bigger wounds had just been tied. The healers hadn’t given him Skele-Gro either, as it might have been dangerous. You couldn’t give it to unconcsious person. Dana gritted her teeth thinking of all the pain Kris’s body might be in. His breathing was a bit ragged – understandable counting his cracked ribs. Not to mention a concussion.
Reaching out an arm Dana brushed back a strand of long black hair from Kris’s forehead. It was hardly fair that he had to be wounded so badly. He was only 16 too! Turning 17 in a couple of months, but that was still young. Dana looked at him. He looked tired, torn and even a bit softer than when he was awake. At least his lips weren't smirking or sneering. Bruised and his body had been terrible abused, but Kris didn’t look fragile. Dana had heard from some people and read from some books that sleeping and unconcsius people looked soft and fragile. Kris didn’t. He looked torn and teared apart – which he actually was – but Dana wouldn’t use the word fragile about him.
Dana turned her head and smiled tiredly at Mary as she had caught her after the train letting her know what had happened before they made their way to the Hospital Wing.
“I still can’t believe this happened. To him out of all the people!” Dana told quietly to Mary with a small shake of her head, “But I’m glad you are alright. I couldn’t bare it if both of you had been hurt in some way.”
Dana blinked, trying to hold back tears. Everything had happened so quickly. She had hold herself tightly together until now. But there wasn’t anything else she could do. Before McGonagall and other people had questioned her meaning Dana had had to pull herself together so Kris could get some help. She still had a hard time believeing everything that had happened on the Express – the Death Eaters attacking, Kris pushing her away. Dana shivered suddenly feeling very cold. Pulling a white thick cashmere sweater – a present Kris had given her at one time – tighter around her Dana pulled her legs up to her chair as well. Her clothes were warm and comfortable – the jeans were almost white on the sides from being worn so often and the white socks were warm. Yet Dana felt cold. Kris had blocked her from view with his own body. He had gotten Dana to safety and gotten hurt instead. He hadn’t even been given a chance to fight back!
Dana sighed and rubbed her temples. Healers from St. Mungos had been present. There was nothing anyone could do. Kris was in coma without anyone having any clue when he would be waking up again. Dana didn’t think about the possibility that he might not wake again. That wouldn’t be possible. Dana took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself and push back the unshed tears stinging in her eyes. The healers had said he had a strong organism. With all the riding, flying, jogging, swimming, martial arts and whtever else physical practice Kris did for fun he was in the best shape possible. He would pull through. He’d just had to do it.
Dana turned her head slighly looking out of the darkened window. She could hear faint noise coming from the Great Hall through the barely open window. The Sorting Ceremony and the welcoming feast seemed to be at full swing. As a prefect Dana was probably expected to be there to and to show the first years to the common room later. But she hadn’t felt like going. The laughter and happy chatter down there would only wound her right now. Right now with Kris... being here unconcsious. Dana didn’t want to think of the word ’coma’. It seemed too cold. Too medical as if he wasn’t a human being with a personality. Not the nicest guy around and most certainly not the easiest personality to handle, but she was Dana’s brother and best friend. Dana sighed pressing the heels of her hands over her eyes. She had been bruised a little – skinned her elbow and had a bump on her head. Comparing to what had happened to Kris it was practically nothing.
Her grand-parents – and Kris’s legal guardians – had been notified and they were coming towards Hogwarts. Yet, coming from all the wy from Japan took time even for wizards. They should be here shortly however. So Dana just curled up on a hard chair in the shadowy Hospital Wing, bit back her tears and waited. For her grand-parents to arrive and for Kris to wake.
Dana rested her chin on her knees and embraced her legs with her arms. Kris was laying on the bad with a bandage wrapped around his head. The smaller cuts the shattered glass had made were healed. And the glass picked out of his body but the bigger wounds had just been tied. The healers hadn’t given him Skele-Gro either, as it might have been dangerous. You couldn’t give it to unconcsious person. Dana gritted her teeth thinking of all the pain Kris’s body might be in. His breathing was a bit ragged – understandable counting his cracked ribs. Not to mention a concussion.
Reaching out an arm Dana brushed back a strand of long black hair from Kris’s forehead. It was hardly fair that he had to be wounded so badly. He was only 16 too! Turning 17 in a couple of months, but that was still young. Dana looked at him. He looked tired, torn and even a bit softer than when he was awake. At least his lips weren't smirking or sneering. Bruised and his body had been terrible abused, but Kris didn’t look fragile. Dana had heard from some people and read from some books that sleeping and unconcsius people looked soft and fragile. Kris didn’t. He looked torn and teared apart – which he actually was – but Dana wouldn’t use the word fragile about him.
Dana turned her head and smiled tiredly at Mary as she had caught her after the train letting her know what had happened before they made their way to the Hospital Wing.
“I still can’t believe this happened. To him out of all the people!” Dana told quietly to Mary with a small shake of her head, “But I’m glad you are alright. I couldn’t bare it if both of you had been hurt in some way.”
My next post I will try and put more into but for now she is just… 