He shuts his eyes again, and tries his hardest to think. His thoughts are so far away from that day, from that match. It requires more concentration than he possesses - most of his strength has been going toward not passing out. He's very aware of the feel of carpet under his good hand, the weight of his body, anything that might ground him and remind him he's still here. Still alive. That heartbeat is still pounding in his head, through his whole body.
It all leaves him quiet a little too long though and his focus drifts away. He can hear Sirius but he can't really see what he's doing, so he carefully lolls his head in that direction. Sirius is still there, right? He sounds close but like he's talking to someone?
"Who's...?"
Who's that? Who are you talking to? But he strays before the sentence is over and leaves it trailing off. He's answered quickly enough though - it was a Healer; there's a Healer coming.
...Wait, there's a Healer coming? But Souji's dead, and Martha's likely still dead, and he...he really can't think of anyone else. Souji had been his last hope - so who could this possibly be?
He doesn't argue though. He's too tired to argue. How could he possibly argue when he's lying on the floor breathing hard like he's run for miles. He trusts Sirius with his life, so there must be a Healer coming. Somehow. Sirius said so, so there must be.
Then Sirius is asking him about Quidditch again and oh, right. The game. Who won that game...? It takes him a minute, but then -
"Pud...Puddlemere."
No, come on. Breathe. Full sentence.
"...Puddlemere United won. It...it was close though. Really close."
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He shuts his eyes again, and tries his hardest to think. His thoughts are so far away from that day, from that match. It requires more concentration than he possesses - most of his strength has been going toward not passing out. He's very aware of the feel of carpet under his good hand, the weight of his body, anything that might ground him and remind him he's still here. Still alive. That heartbeat is still pounding in his head, through his whole body.
It all leaves him quiet a little too long though and his focus drifts away. He can hear Sirius but he can't really see what he's doing, so he carefully lolls his head in that direction. Sirius is still there, right? He sounds close but like he's talking to someone?
"Who's...?"
Who's that? Who are you talking to? But he strays before the sentence is over and leaves it trailing off. He's answered quickly enough though - it was a Healer; there's a Healer coming.
...Wait, there's a Healer coming? But Souji's dead, and Martha's likely still dead, and he...he really can't think of anyone else. Souji had been his last hope - so who could this possibly be?
He doesn't argue though. He's too tired to argue. How could he possibly argue when he's lying on the floor breathing hard like he's run for miles. He trusts Sirius with his life, so there must be a Healer coming. Somehow. Sirius said so, so there must be.
Then Sirius is asking him about Quidditch again and oh, right. The game. Who won that game...? It takes him a minute, but then -
"Pud...Puddlemere."
No, come on. Breathe. Full sentence.
"...Puddlemere United won. It...it was close though. Really close."