Inside the Hospital Wing

[Blake Deimos]

Blake purposely scooted over to allow Kiba plenty of room to sit comfortably, "Pardon my manners, that should have been my first words, offering you a seat." He smiled somewhat while berating himself in his foggy mind, "The castle has been relatively calm. I don't see much of anyone but my professors and my books, sometimes even Pansy and you."

[Kiba Elm III]

Kiba made himself comfortable on the bed. "It's no big deal. I'm sitting now, so it's all good," he told Blake. "I get buried under work sometimes," Kiba said thinking about his recent solitude. "Pansy, I wonder how she's doing," he quietly said. He scratched his chin.

[Blake Deimos]

"I haven't spoken to her recently. If I had, I'd let you know how she's been doing. Owl her?" Blake responded, barely managing to choke out the last few words before he coughed into the crook of his arm again.

[Kiba Elm III]

"Blake! Are you okay?" Kiba moved to help Blake even though he didn't know what he could do. He put his hand on Blake's shoulder. "I should probably let you rest," Kiba said. He was concerned for Blake's health and he felt guilty for bothering the boy when he needed rest.

[Blake Deimos]

Blake nodded and slowly stopped coughing but Merlin, his throat felt raw. "I'm okay, really. It's just a little chill." He consciously stayed away from Kiba to not infect the older boy, "You should be getting some sleep. If you've been buried under your studies, I suspect rest didn't come too frequently for you with so much to memorize."

[Kiba Elm III]

Kiba looked at Blake for a little bit, studying him. "Okay, I'll go back to the Common Room," Kiba told him. He stood up and gave Blake a smile. "Feel better Blakey!" he said as he turned to leave.

[Blake Deimos]

Blake smiled and waved to the older boy. He sneezed one last time and spoke before he left, "Thank you for going through the trouble of visiting me. Sleep well Kiba."

[Kiba Elm III]

Kiba waved to Blake as he left.

[Blake Deimos]

Blake waited a few minutes alone before he drugged himself to sleep. He curled up on his side and sighed when familiar thoughts drifted into his mind's eye, thoughts that usually plagued him and taunted him, thoughts of him. Falling asleep wasn't hard but he knew waking up would be a task.

[Blake Deimos]

Blake had finally stirred after a long period of deep hibernation to find himself engulfed in the dark recesses of a sterilized environment. Where was he again..? Oh. Right. Hospital Wing.
He sneezed in the dark and fumbled with the sheets when Madam Pomfrey came round the beds out of her office and stood before him with her arms crossed firmly over her chest, "Just where do you think you're going young man?"
"..The lavatory..?" was Blake's two-worded reply as he sat with his feet dangling over the side of the bed. Madam Pomfrey scooted a pair of slippers over to him, "Slippers. I won't have you making yourself worse." She felt his forehead as he slipped into what she had brought over, "My stars, you're still-- what a stubborn fever." He toothily grinned up to the mother hen of a nurse while steadying himself with her assistance, "Like a gryffindor." Madam Pomfrey gave a snort but did not make a further sound as she watched him teeter off to the loo.

[Blake Deimos]

When Blake returned a few minutes later, Madam Pomfrey had the usual array of bottles out and stood pointing to the bed. He got in without a fight because the time spent standing had really just sent blood rushing everywhere which made him feel lightheaded in turn. She handed him each bottle and he downed them in a docile manner, tucking himself back in when he did the last one in. He received a pat on the head and heard her shuffle away when he was drifting in and out of consciousness.