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Oliver Wood (olliewood_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

A note of panic filled Oliver's voice. "But what if she can't help him? What if he-" His voice cut off as his throat constricted painfully, touching the side of his face. The doctor in question knelt beside the young man, giving a weak smile to Alicia before manually opening his eyelids to shine light into his eyes.

It wasn't an easy task to move Oliver. Not that he actively resisted, but simply didn't think to actually budge. He limply held his hands up for Alicia to clean and then, reluctantly, took two steps toward the bench. If he stood there things would be safe and Collin wouldn't die. But if he moved he might not be able to see others who needed help. Yet Alicia was pulling, and he realized she seemed upset. Why though? I feel so calm. She can't focus. I taught her better than that. She had great focus during matches.

"I've hit my head before." Oliver shrugged, sitting down. The right side of his head had a small, but deep, gash along the hairline with blood slowly oozing out and coloring his hair a deep, angry red. "But okay." And he pressed the bandage to the wound, drawing in a sharp breath. "Bloody fucking hell. I should have been more careful." Suddenly, Oliver became fully aware Alicia was in front of him. "Why are you here?"