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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jul 12, 2006 0:52:52 GMT -5
After retrieving a shirt from the hufflepuff common room and grabbing some food to go Krissy had slunk off. She knew Pat would be returning to huffle to find her so she wanted to be as far away from there as possible. That was why she wa sitting in the very top room of one of the highest towers . She had climbed a small wooden ladder to entre the room and off to one side there was a staircase leading to the roof.
Krissy sat against one of the walls of the round room, as far away as she could from the ladder. Her knee's pulled into her chest. She didn't exactly want to hide from Pat, in fact quite to the contrary she wanted to curl up in his arms peacefully. But she knew that wasn't about to happen. How could she have been so stupid as to forget about her side and take her top off to get accross the swamp. She hadn't told Pat about the giant cut on her side because she didn't want to worry him, now she was wondering if she had made the best decision. She had hoped he wouldn't find out.
Krissy's eyes staired out of one of the windows as she thought, watching two small bird 's fly around playing what she guessed to be tag. She wasn't paying much attetion to the ladder any more.
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Post by ienzo6 on Jul 12, 2006 2:36:15 GMT -5
A silver-haired head into the room first, followed by rest of him, as Pat came up the ladder into the tower room. He hadn't been exactly sure where to find Krissy, but after dropping off his stuff (as well as Krissy's robe and shirt) back in Huffle House, he'd gone looking for her. It actually hadn't taken him too long to find her, even though she could have been anywhere; he had a sort of sixth sense when it came to Krissy, and he'd had a hunch he'd find her in the towers.
He pulled himself up, and walked over to Krissy, a little unsure with what to say. He was a little upset, but not with Krissy; he'd never be upset with her, not for this long anyway. He was upset with himself; upset that he hadn't noticed that she'd been hurt. That patch on her side, it had to have been a huge cut she'd gotten; how could he have not noticed anything? How could he have not noticed that the girl he was crazy about had been wounded? Pat pushed that thought to the back of his head though. Right now, his concern was Krissy.
He stood next to her, then kneeled down on one knee, so that they were more level. He wasn't sure how to start out; it seemed he had a thousand questions on his mind. "Krissy..." he said in a low voice, still unsure of how to start.
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jul 12, 2006 3:03:16 GMT -5
Krissy hadn't noticed him enter the room. Now did she hear his footsteps as he made his way accross the room. It wasn't until he spoke her name that she knew he was there. She jumped at his voice, knocking her arm into her side suddenly. "Ouch" she said before thinking, a look of pain sweeping accross her face suddenly. She quickly changed her expression and wished she hadn't said ouch. It wasn't as though he didn't know about it now, but still she didn't want him to know how bad it really was.
Krissy looked to Pat her green eyes focussing on him and him alone. She knew she probably should have told him about it when it happened, but she hadn't wanted him to worry. Which she could see at this moment he was doing now. The concern was plastered all over his face. She didn't want to tell him, but she knew she had to now, maybe it would make him worry less. She gave up.
She put her legs down crossing them in front of her instead of having them hugged into her chest "Pat I..." she started, she knew she needed to appologise.
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Post by ienzo6 on Jul 12, 2006 3:25:36 GMT -5
Pat's worry heightened, if possible, when Krissy grazed her side. He could see her pain, almost feel it himself; he nearly winced as she did. He could see her recover herself, but he still felt worried about her; she was possibly in worse pain than she was letting on, even now.
He heard her start to speak, and he knew that she was trying to apologize; she had that tone in her voice. He held up a hand to stop her, looking at her green eyes with his own brown ones. "Krissy," he said, his voice sounding concerned, "you don't hafta apologize to me. I just wanna know how you hurt yourself..." He glanced away from her, "...and why you didn't say anything to me."
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jul 12, 2006 3:35:59 GMT -5
Krissy's eyes dropped from Pats and looked instead to a dirty spot on the ground in front of her. I'm sorry" she said it anyway. She still didn't look at Pat and kept her eyes foccused on the ground in front of her. She hoped he wasn't mad at her. "I...in Australia..." she muttered quietly to him, just loud enough for him to hear. She didn't properly answer his question either, she told him where, not how. But she doubted it would matter too much.
She wished he would sit down instead of kneeling in front of her. "I... didn't want you to worry..." she said to him, finally looking back up at him into his deep brown eyes. "I'm sorry..." she said again "Please don't be mad" A look of worry and sadness cross herface with her last statement. The last thing she ever wanted was for Pat to be upset with her.
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Post by ienzo6 on Jul 12, 2006 23:01:30 GMT -5
"Please don't be mad" Pat heard these words, but he almost didn't believe he'd heard them. He looked back at Krissy, right into her eyes. "I could never be mad at ya," he said, and it was the truth. He was upset, but with himself, not with Krissy. She said she'd gotten hurt during the incident they'd run into in Australia; that had been at least three weeks ago. Had she been hiding the pain all this time?
As for worried, there was no use in hiding that; Pat would have been worried no matter when he found out. But finding out like this? Well, that just added onto it a bit. Pat spoke again. "I'd be worried no matter when I found out, so don't be sorry," he said, obviously still concerned. Then he asked, "Just how bad is it?"
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jul 13, 2006 8:38:11 GMT -5
His words made her feel a little better. She was glad he wasn't upset with her. Never was an awefully long time. She hoped it always stayed that way. She could tell though that he was upset, but she guessed it to be just because she was hurt and no other reason.
Krissy looked in his brown eyes once more. She really hoped he wasn't worrying too much but the look that was on his face told her otherwsie. "...Its not very bad..." she said to him, looking back to the floor. It was a lie, and a pretty bad one at that, and she knew it. Just bumping your elbow into your side shouldn't hurt as much as it did for her, and to need to use such a big medipatch it'd have to be pretty bad.
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Post by ienzo6 on Jul 13, 2006 11:02:52 GMT -5
Pat kept Krissy in his gaze for a second, and then he sighed, letting his breath go. He knew that Krissy wasn't telling him the truth, and it bothered him a bit, but he pushed that to the back of his mind; right now, he was too concerned about her to worry about much else. "Krissy," he started again, "if it wasn't so bad, ya wouldn't've hid it from me like this." He stood up, went up next to her and sat down, still turned toward her. "Lemme see your side," he pleaded, worry still showing in his tone. "I wanna see for myself just how bad this is."
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jul 13, 2006 11:18:53 GMT -5
His sigh told her he was unimpressed. She frowned. She didn't want to upset him. Not one bit. His next sentence was quite truthful. She probably wouldn't have hid it from him if she thought it wasn't very bad. But then again, it did happen in dire circumstances and that did mean she would have done everything to keep their minds on track. She heard his next question and she knew she didn't want to. "It really isn't that..." she gave up. She knew it was no use argueing he knew it was bad and he was pleading for her to show it. She always did have trouble saying no to him exspecially now that he was worried.
Krissy slowly began to unbutton her shirt. She'd need to take it off to be able to remove the clean medical patch she had placed on it just before, atfer falling in the swamp she had needed a new one. So she, for the second time that day, stripped down to just her bra while in a random part of the school.
She looked at Pat, she had seen how he had reacted last time she had removed her shirt. Now it was just her and him, she was curious to see his reactig this time. Though she also knew his worry would probably get in the way of what his normal reaction would be. Krissy chucked her shirt on the ground in front of her. The large white medical patch now obvious on her side. But she made no move to remove it yet.
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Post by ienzo6 on Jul 13, 2006 15:56:34 GMT -5
Despite the situation, Pat blushed bright red, when Krissy unbuttoned her shirt and took it off; it wasn't exactly ssomething he could stop himself from doing. He'd forgotten that Krissy had to so that they could get to the wound; that was the entire reason why he knew in the first place. He could feel her gaze on him, and his blush deepened a bit. He had no idea what he would have said or done had the circumstances been different, but that didn't matter right now. Although he was blushing quite a bit, his voice still held every ounce of concern it had before. "Well, let's see how bad it is," he said, motioning for Krissy to remove the medical patch.
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jul 13, 2006 21:49:54 GMT -5
She couldn't help but smile slightly as Pat blushed a deep red colour. It was quite cute that he would do that. When he motioned to her medical patch she twisted her body slightly so she could get her hands to the back parts of the tape which she was holding it on with. She cringed as she did this. It always hurt when she twisted her boy like that because it stretched the wound, But Pat wanted to see her side so she was gunna remove the patch, even if it did hurt to do so.
She had finally undone the tape holding the patch on and very slowly and carefully remove dthe medical patch from her side revealive a very large gaping cut that stretched diagonallly down a fair bit of her side. Though it didn't look like it it had healed a tiny but since she had done it. But not by much. It looked as though it may have been infected but Krissy doubted it was, though falling in the swamp probably hadn't done it much good. The patch Krissy had removed had blood on it, showing the the wound was still bleeding quite frequently. It really was something you would normally go to a hospital about, but Krissy being as proud and as willing to protect people as she was, had just ignored it. Not wanting anyone to worry.
Krissy lifted her arm above her head with a small grimace of pain, giving Pat a very good look at her side and the wound. "Its not that bad..." she said quietly, not looking at him.
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Post by ienzo6 on Jul 13, 2006 22:35:01 GMT -5
Pat's breath caught slightly as Krissy removed the patch and revealed her wound. The look on his face gave away all of his feelings of worry: his eyes widened slightly, he bit the inside of his lip, his blush had even died down some, although not completely; the day that would ever happen would be far off, if it ever happened.
"Its not that bad..." Krissy had said. Pat could tell this was a straight-out lie. Se was looking away from him as she said it, and in any case he could see himself that this was a serious cut. And she's been nursin' this thing since Australia? he thought; he almost couldn't believe it.
Pat snapped himself back to reality, looking again at the cut, then at Krissy's eyes, which were directed elsewhere. "Krissy," he said softly, "this is that bad." He sighed again, trying to gather himself, his thoughts. "Why didn't ya tell me 'bout this?" he asked. "I would've wanted to know, to help..."
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jul 13, 2006 22:58:54 GMT -5
Krissy sighed. He had just comfirmed what she had known but hadn't wanted to accept. It was a bad cut. She had known it from the moment she had dont it but she had kept telling herself it would heal, and she knew it would, over time. She had glanced back at him momentarily to see his reactions to hir side and she knew he was now filled with mroe worry than ever, so she ahd looked away once more.
She heard his voice soft and gentle as ever say her name, and continue on talking she listened rather than tried to argue. She knew his words were right but at the last two she interjected, somewhat more abrumptly than she had planned "I dont need help." Krissy frowned she hadn't meant to have that sound mean.
She looked back to Pat "I..I didn'.. didn' want you worrying... we were in trouble, we needed to keep moving, and... and we wouldn't have had I told you..." She frowned, her green eyes now showed confusion as she didn't know if what she had done was right or wrong. They also showed sadness because she had upset him. Krissy reached for the medical patch once more so she could attach it back to her side.
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Post by ienzo6 on Jul 13, 2006 23:32:41 GMT -5
Pat kept his eyes on Krissy as he heard her reasoning. He supposed she had a point; had he known then, he wouldn't have been able to focus on escaping from those men, at least not on his own escaping. "But... if that's why, why didn't ya tell me afterwards?" he reasoned. There had been about three weeks, give or take a couple of days, between their escape and now; she could have told him then. Pat sighed, trying to breathe out his troubles for the third time.
"Well," he said quietly, "it doesn't matter now, I guess. What's done is done. What matters now is that we get you fixed up." Of course, he meant that Krissy should head to the hospital wing and see the nurse, get her wound sorted out. Pat knew that she didn't like the hospital wing; that was why she had spent most of the summer with ribs broken from a Bludger during the previous term's last Quidditch match. Still, she needed to go; of this, Pat was certain.
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jul 13, 2006 23:55:36 GMT -5
Krissy watched Pat, she had upset him, even if he wouldn't admit it. He seemed quite unimpressed with her decisions, but that was something that occured alot with Krissy, she always made some pretty bad decisions. "I didn't want you to worry..." she repeated again, it was why she didn't tell him, sure it wasn't exactly the strongest excuse, but it was an excuse none the less, and if was the reason she hadn't told him.
Krissy had finally finished attaching the medical patch to her side with the tape and reached over to pick up her shirt. She figured she'd better put it back on again before being caught once more by a ministry worker and a professor.
"I am fixed up" she said in reply to Pats statement, she hadn't fully caught on to the fact he wanted her to go to the hospital wing. She just thought he wanted her to go patch it up again or something.
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