Chapter 6
Lily sat by the side of jame’s bed. The hospital wing was quiet as there was only one other patient there. It was now Sunday evening and james had not woken up from the Unconsciousness that he was now in. Lily’s' elbows were propped up on the bed and he held James’s hand in his. Lily’s lips gently brushing the back of his hand. Lily had been at his side most of the day, except when the head nurse and the other nurses had done a check on him that morning. she had went had bath in the prefect bathroom after some convincing from her friends that they would get her if anything happened. Later on Lily sat by the side of Jame’sbed.
As lily held jame’s hand, she could feel his pulse under her fingertips, steady and strong. His skin was warm to the touch, which she found comforting. He had a small cut over his left eyebrow which had been cleaned and dressed. His Quidditch robes lay in a heap on the chair next to the bed, the maroon and gold colors looking almost lifeless against the stark white of the hospital wing. Lily’s eyes searched his face, looking for any sign of him waking up.
Suddenly, jame’s eyelids fluttered and his eyes slowly opened, meeting hers. For a moment, he looked confused, but then a small smile appeared. “Hey,” he said, his voice croaky from sleep.
“James!” Lily gasped, her heart racing. She gripped his hand tighter. “You’re awake!”
He blinked a few times, adjusting to the soft light in the hospital wing. His eyes searched hers, the fog of confusion clearing. “Lily,” he murmured, his voice a mix of relief and pain. “What happened?”
“You had a nasty fall during the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw,” she replied, her voice shaking slightly. “The head nurse said it was a bad hit to the head. You’ve been out since yesterday evening. How are you feeling?”
James grimaced as he tried to sit up, only to be met with a wave of dizziness. He leaned back into the pillow with a sigh. “Like I’ve been hit by a bludger, but I’ll live. Did we win?”
Lily couldn’t help but smile at his typical concern for the game over his own well-being. “No, James, we lost by fifty points .
James’s face fell for a moment .
“Don’t worry about it, you can’t win them all,” Lily said, squeezing his hand gently. Her eyes searched his, looking for any hint of anger or frustration, but instead she found only a tired acceptance.
Without any warning, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. It was a soft, tender kiss, full of the concern and affection she had been bottling up since she saw him fall. James's eyes widened in surprise, but then he relaxed into it, his hand coming up to cup the side of her face.