Alura sighed slightly, wincing as her ribs hurt from the effort. She could hear the nurses whispering just outside her door and she huffed once more, readjusting her pillow rather violently before settling down on her side, her back to the door as she stared unseeingly out the small window on the wall opposite her. She had asked the doctors to limit visitors, but she had a feeling everyone was going to find a way around that. After all, Dylan had all but gotten himself assigned to her case, despite her many glares and snarky comments, trying to get him to go away.
She heard a familiar voice in the hall, shaky and worried, and just more than a touch angry. Alura knew he would be the first one to come see her, and not just because he was the closest. The door opened farther with a small creak, and she lay still, not wanting to face him like this, as cowardly as that made her. She diverted her eyes down to her third finger, where the ring he’d given her was still on her hand - she’d yelled at them when they’d tried to take it off and put it with the rest of her belongings. “My career is over.” She said plainly, the words ringing in her ears. She closed her eyes briefly, finding just enough strength to roll over, meeting his gaze solemnly. She held a hand out to him tiredly. “It’s…really over.”
The minute someone has come to his office and told him about Alura, he took off running, putting away the potions he was working on, quickly. The Potions master could hear the pounding of his heart in his ears as people spoke to him. He barely processed what was being told to him, all he wanted was to see her. He hated these parts of hospitals. It reminded him of when he was younger, it reminded him of his parents. He hated the looks the doctors gave him, he hated the beds, the smells, the sounds. He especially hated that feeling in his stomach that made him so anxious, that turned all his sadness into anger.
When they finally stopped talking, he pushed his way into the room, sitting next to Alura. “Alura, please, look at me,” Noah said to her. A tone of anger was still there but it was faded and not directed toward her. When she finally rolled over and spoke, his heart broke for her. “I don’t know,” he answered, taking her hand, intertwining their fingers. There was a few burns on his hands already forming but he didn’t mind them. “You just have to focus on getting better right now.”
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