lora will kill him if the tree didn't

Lora ran as quickly she could to the Hospital Wing. She mentally cursed her boyfriend's reckless behaviour, while trying not to panic. She was on her way to class, when she overheard someone say that a boy named Dylan was taken to the hospital wing.

"Dyl!" She shouted as she entered and nearly crashed into Anya. Her eyes widened at the sight of him on the bed and she felt tears in her eyes. "Oh gosh Dyl, what have...." she shook her head and instinctively gripped his hand tight. Finally noticing her friend, she whispered, "What happened, Anya?"

Kait took a sobering potion, after Dylan left to go do something stupid she suspected, and went to go find him. She walked around the grounds, and saw a broken broomstick, and paled.

"Oh gosh, Lora is going to kill me!," She yelped, scared. She ran to the hospital wing, and saw Dylan on a bed. Injured.

"I am so sorry!," She exploded. "I didn't know Dylan would do this!"

"You gave him alcohol?!" Lora nearly shouted at Kait. "B-but he hates alcohol, how did he..." she trailed off. She felt angry at her best friend, but was more scared for Dyl. Her eyes widened at Anya's narration. "He crashed into the Whomping Willow?" She asked in a whisper, and hugged Anya tightly. "H-He..." she felt tears come to her eyes once more and she sat next to Dyl on the bed.

She shifted her feet guilty. "I was drinking," She didn't say that she was probably already drunk when he came, "and he came by... I don't exactly remember how I got him to drink..." She frowned, and tilted her head in thought.

She winced under their glares, and bit her lip. "I guess I expected that Dyl here will be rational even while he was drunk... Heck, i didn't expect him to get drunk." She paused. "why does he hate alcohol anyways?"

She looked at Dylan, wincing more. He had various scratches, and looked in a deep sleep. She hoped he wasn't in a coma.

She walked over to him, and frowned. Her eyes trailed all over his body, looking at the signs of injuries. Six months of being captured, she could identify injuries now easily. "He's breathing kind of hard, as if it hurt. I am guessing a broken rib, or at least cracked. Broken fingers, some of them ain't curled naturally and is very swollen," She looked over the rest of the injuries. "Other than that, scratches." She looked at his for wounds, and winced at a very obvious lump.

"That's gonna be a killer headache," She whispered.

(OOC: He's in a coma, two broken ribs, one cracked, two broken fingers, and other deep scratches.)

F I V E D A Y S L A T E R

The feeling waking up after a long time was the first thing he felt. Dylan was laying somewhere unfamiliar, and not very comfortable. The fifth year opened his eyes, and frowned at the area surrounding him. Three people was sitting around him, clearly happy. He didn't recognized them though.

However, the Black haired girl, he seemed to feel a feeling of fondness.

"Where am I?" Dylan asked, confused. "Who are you guys? What am I doing here? Why does my head hurt?"

Lora got up and rubbed her eyes tiredly as she felt Dyl move and she watched him as though it was a dream. "Dylan...? You're awake!" She exclaimed, all tiredness gone and immediately hugged him tightly. She ran her hands through his hair softly and whispered, "I missed you. I'm so glad-" She stopped midsentence at what Dyl said.

"Y-You don't r-remember us...?" She stuttered, holding her boyfriend's hand even tighter.

"HE'S AWAKE!" Kaitlen shrieked, standing up. She suddenly wondered if he remembered being drunk.

Kaitlen felt a new wave of guilt when it showed that he had amnesia. It must have been the alcohol that was in his system.

"Gosh, I am a dick, ain't I?" She mumbled, banging her head.

"I'm I supposed too?" He asked confused. His gaze shifted to the red head, how did he end up making friends with her? "Do you always yell out loud?" Dylan asked without thinking.

"Why are you a dick?" The Slushatel asked the red head. Then he turned to the Black haired chick. For some reason, he felt the need to talk to her. "I don't understand what's going on..'

She blinked quickly, shocked. Apparently, Dylan wasn't really impressed with her right now. "Geezus, I think your better with your memory dude," She muttered. "I think somebody needs a mouth filter," She spoke in a normal tone, frustration clear.

"Oh nothing big, apparently a coma and alcohol combined causes a lack of memory.. in this case, though, Amnesia," Kaitlen stood up, smoothing out her shirt. She walked towards Dylan, clearly upset.

"If you are faking Dylan, I swear to god, I will hurt you so bad, then get my snakes to bite you," She threatened, hoping this was the case. The red head didn't want more guilt.

Lora looked helplessly at her friends and then focussed her attention back at Dyl. A part of her knew he wasn't lying, but the other part refused to accept it. Absolutely not could he have lost his memory. If that was true, she had already lost him in a way.

"You're not kidding, are you Dyl?" She whispered, sitting at the edge of the bed and put her arms around his waist. "I know you love to joke but I also know that you wouldn't take it this far," she mumbled, not caring whether he understood or not. She turned to Kait,pained expression on her face. "Why'd you make him drink, Strawberry? What if..." she trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence.

"I am simply asking about your ability to control your mouth," He shot back, not happy with this chick. Then he paused, shocked. Dylan wasn't stupid. "You gave me alcohol... which caused some type of accident... and now I have freaking amnesia? So really, all of this comes down to you," He coldly told her, his opinion of her only sinking further.

Clearly frustrated, he clenched his hands. "I am not faking!" He yelled. Though it was really at the two that was not close to him right now. For some reason, he had a hard time being angry at the girl clearly close to tears near him. Dylan wrapped his arms around her waist, thankful that she knew he wouldn't do this.

"So, all I know is my name, and apparently I know you guys well enough for you guys to be at my bed side. And this chick," He waved his hand at 'strawberry', "is a drinker."

Wincing guilty, she glared at Dylan. Alright, Kait really needed something to punch now. "Alright, where the freak is your memories Dylan Veer because I am getting pissed. I get it that I had got you drunk, causing all of this, but it doesn't mean you have to take it out all on me," Kaitlen punched the nightstand, wanting to hit something.

"Stay mad at me all you want, but just don't give me crap without a mouth filfter," Kaitlen continued. "And I have plenty enough reasons to be a bloody drinker, you have my past, you have enough reason. Now, I see the patient doesn't want my presence, so see you later." Storming out of the Hospital Wing, Kaitlen stormed off somewhere private to drink her thoughts away.

Even with all her anger coursing through her veins, the Red head could detect relief that Dylan was alive.

"Will you both just stop it?!" Lora shouted as well, looking between Kait and Dyl. She could feel the tears falling but she couldn't bear to see her best friend and boyfriend at each other's throats. She hugged Kait tightly and whispered, "I'm sorry. And I know you didn't mean for this to happen." She kissed her cheek and hugged her once more.

Through her tears, she couldn't help but smile amusedly as Anya shouted at their friends. But the smile quickly faded as Kait stormed off and Anya followed. She looked back at Dyl and towards the door, and nearly growled in frustration.

She sat on his bed once more and hesitantly trailed her fingers across his cheeks. Moving as close as she could, she laid her head on his chest. "I don't know if I should stay here with you or go after Kait," she muttered helplessly.

Making some strange noise in the back of his throat, he watched the red hair chick retreat angrily. "Sorry," He mumbled, only loud enough for Lora to hear. Dylan wrapped his arm around her waist, tightly.

"Stay here," Dyl told her, frustrated. "Why does she drink? What are the Seven Devils?" He asked, wanting answers now.

Lora chuckled forcefully at Dyl's apology and said, "It's alright, she won't stay mad for long." I hope, she mentally added.

She wanted to curl up and sigh in content as Dyl hugged her, but knew she couldn't. "It's a long story as to why she drinks," she muttered. "But as for your other question, the Seven Devils, that's what we call our group of friends, including you," she answered. "That's why Anya said we can't be 'seven' without you. Anything else you want to know?" She asked quietly, settling herself to lie down next to him and felt the exhaustion kick in.

"Who are the other people in the Seven Devils?" He asked curiously. "And where am I at?" He had a inkling that it had something to do with Magic, somehow he just knew he was a wizard. But he wasn't entirely too sure that it was a thing that his friends had too.

"Anya, Kait, Frodo, Lena, Rhys, you and me together are the Seven Devils," Lora answered quietly. "The other two who were here just now-that's Anya and Kait. Um, you're in the Hospital Wing. Or more precisely, Hogwarts school. You're a wizard..." she trailed off, not knowing what else to say and felt like she was going to pass out from the worry and tiredness.

"Who is who? Who was the red hair chick, and the one who went after her?" Dylan asked curiously. "I knew I was a wizard, but wasn't sure if anybody else was. That's good..." Dylan sighed, and closed his eyes for a brief second. "I'm tired," He admitted, yawning.

"The red haired girl was Kait and the other girl was Anya," Lora said and smiled lightly. "Well, we're all wizards here, though I'm sure you've already gathered that." Wrapping an arm around Dyl's waist, she laid her head on his chest, she felt her eyes close and mumbled, "I'm tired too,"