 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Oliver jerked awake and moaned helplessly. At least when he was asleep he couldn't feel the wound to his leg or the burn to his side. He'd somehow managed to slip down onto the floor and was lying in the foetal position looking rather pathetic. He looked around confused, still concussed and not quite sure where he was. His eyes settled on Nancy. He smiled drowsily at her. She came back! and with help! Oh he would hug her if he could get up. But.. wait a sec... where was his wheelchair!? ...and that woman looked like... like THE SCHOOL HEALER!?! His eyes widened and he attempted to stand but it was no use.
He shot Nancy a wounded look from his place on the floor then looked at the nurse. “If you ladies could just help me back to the common room that would be appreciated.” He mumbled sleepily and gave the nursey nurse a sweet smile. No hospitals. Oh no, no, no...
Why did he bother dragging himself up the stairs? No logic whatsoever.
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