âMckinnon! Mckinnon!â,
Marleneâs head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. Her limbs didnât feel like her own. So who ever was shaking her shoulders and yelling must be doing so very aggressively.
âMckinnon please!â, The voice was cracking now, growing higher. What was going on?
Opening her eyes took a ridiculous amount of effort but when she did they only widened immediately in alarm.
âD-Dorcas?â, what on earth was Dorcas bloody Meadowes doing at her bedside? The thought barely registered before searing pain shot through her left leg like electricity.
She was still in her Quidditch uniform and she could hear the rabble of more people approaching the bed. So she must be in the hospital wing.
âMarlene!â, Dorcas surged forward and cradled her face roughly in her hands, Marlene noticed with distant shock that she was crying, âOh you fucking idiot!â.
She muttered to herself blearily for a bit, âThank Merlin! I thought youâyou wereâŠâ, she then sprung back as if just realizing how close they were.
Dorcas wiped at her eyes furiously, âJust.. Donât be so reckless all the fucking timeââ,
âAnd you care if I am?â,
When she looked up sharply. through wet lashes, Marlene didnât back down, only raised a brow, her stomach swooping from more than just the pain.
The moment was cut short by the sounds of her teammates getting kicked out the door and Madam Pomfrey appearing out of nowhere to abruptly shut the bed hangings.
She accepted the sleep potions given to her, drifting off to the sound of Jamesâ worried rambling, and the thought of Dorcasâ voice calling her name.
A smile ghosted on her lips as she slept. Because apparently Dorcas Meadowes, with her big dark eyes and sneers in the hallway, gave a shit about her.