When the Snake Meets the Raven ((Dawn))

[will]

William felt his head spin and again he relived the moment when he had fallen out of the sky. Amazing how things happen so fast. It was like a video in his mind; clicking from here to there. He hit the pause button when he hit the ground. It looked like his shoulder had snapped from under him and the broom had gone flying away, hitting the ground as hard as he had. Only that was wood and William was... real. Crushable. Mortal. The broom could be fixed, but could Will? He knew that he was lucky to have magic. If he didn't have that, he would be in big trouble. Then again, if magic didn't exist, he wouldn't be flying anyway. Who ever heard of flying? William laughed to himself but his lips didn't move. It had only been in his head. Ah, the pain hurt, like an incredible fist clenching over his shoulder, squeezing it. He could almost feel the finger nails digging in.

A voice above was heard, and Will tried to respond, but his brain wouldn't function properly. Had he hit his head too? Maybe he was just going in and out of consciousness and couldn't concentrate on doing one little thing. That had to be it. He couldn't be going... No, of course not. William tried to open his eyes, but the light that filtered through the little slits burned and he squeezed them shut again. The sunlight seemed like a foreign thing and it hurt bad. So bad. The pain dulled for a second and William tried to feel what was wrong. His right arm was totally lifeless and unmovable. He breathed in deeply but it came in hard and fast. He chocked a little, feeling like an invalid. Maybe he was slobbering too... Where was Dawn? Was she just going to leave him here? William felt incapable of doing anything, even moving or tasting, breathing. William wasn't used to being hurt like this. He had twisted his ankle many times, but never broken... or shattered.... his arms. Bloody hell.

The pain seeped away slowly, like the receding waves of an ocean of pain. It would come back in, no doubt. He lurched forward, confident that he would sit up and be able to see what was happening around him. His movement brought the pain back so quickly he nearly cried out, but bit his lip and dealt with it. Tears stung his eyes but didn't fall, thankfully. A quick look around showed that Dawn was no where in sight. Had she deserted him during the extreme moments when he had blocked out all senses, including hearing? Will breathed in deeply, trying to fill his lungs with breath that had been pushed out so suddenly from the fall. His right arm was twisted irregularly and it made his stomach turn to look at it. With only one good arm, William couldn't stand, and if he did, there was a good chance he would fall over again. Holding his arm tightly with the other hand as if to squeeze out the pain, William searched desperately for someone near by, but didn't see a soul. The people in the stands seemed blurry, and too far away. Will also doubted that they would even care. Where had Dawn gone?

((Okay, great. I decided to reply with a little detail of how Will is feeling and what exactly happened to him. ))

[poppy]

The Christmas holiday was her largest re-stocking time of the year, and while it was not here, it was close and she needed to take stock on the healing potions that had been used during the first half of the school year. Most of the students traveled home to be with their families, and she worked endlessly to have a full stock when they returned. She was in the hospital wing, checking off her list when a Slytherin Girl, whom she recognized from her time carefully watching quidditch for possible injuries came in and informed her of an accident on the pitch.

She immediately rushed out of the hospital wing and down to where the Ravenclaw boy lay on the ground. She scanned over him quickly, cursing the game of quidditch in her head. It was a dangerous sport and should not be allowed. There should be no bludgers and no beaters, and no allowing of physical unruly conduct between the players. Students always got hurt!
She looked over him, trying to take in the damage.
"Can you hear me? What is your name?" She asked, trying to determine his mental state before she decided exactly what she had to do.

[will]

Will sat in the grass, his head still throbbing triple beat. Ugh. He held it between his hands, his palms feeling cold against his temples. He blinked. The lids seemed so heavy, like metals doors closing his eyes. He tried to open them again but they only became slits and then darkness. Will put his hands down and instantly his head spun again. He had enough to worry about besides his bloody head, so he laid down slowly, feeling the pain shooting through many limbs and his back. Why had he agreed to play this game anyway? He seemed to slowly be recuperating from the fall. He could hear better and although his eyes still couldn't stand the sight of the sun, his arm felt limp. Pain coursed through it here and there, but not all the time like it had before. Will was confident he would get strong enough to stand, but for now he needed to lay down, to rest. Until someone came for him. If ever.

Around ten minutes later, a voice came out of the swirl of darkness. Will heard every single syllable of it and had no trouble replying. "William Senetta." He told the woman quickly. He opened his eyes again in order to identify her. Madam Promfey.Thank god. He blinked many times, his pupils slowly adjusting the blinding light. He smiled vaguely. He was feeling better, much better then he had before. I mean, since the fall. He had been a lot better before Dawn had made him fall. Oh, she would pay for that some day... Will struggled to sit up for a minute until achieving the position. He looked back up at Madam Promfey, suddenly feeling extremely tired. "How... how did you... uh... find me?" It proved hard to speak a whole sentence. Will tried to stand but couldn't and fell back to the ground with a thud.