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Oliver Wood (olliewood_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Pride and determination had always been a life source for Oliver, but part of being team-oriented and a good captain had been knowing when to back down, even when firmly rooted in a decision. At the very least Alicia let him retain some sense of pride and let Oliver stand on his own despite the intense pain he felt.

Walking seemed harder than a few moments ago and the world registered in various bits and pieces, like looking at a speeding slideshow of photos. He didn't even notice Alicia slip under his arm at first, but the feeling of being supported by his friend felt very comforting and he leaned into her with a bit more weight than he meant to, draping his arm around her shoulder and holding tightly; Oliver didn't want to admit he felt scared and very tired. He didn't say anything during their walk and only nodded when Alicia prepared them to apparate (holding her close with both arms), trying to quiet his mind and focus getting the two of them to the Apparation point without any splinching.

In a blink of an eye they were there, and Oliver shuffled toward the hospital. At the front desk marked Inquires three witches stood, swamped by a crowd of panicked people demanding to know if their loved ones had been admitted to the hospital. The receptionist -- an older witch with tightly cropped silver hair -- caught sight of Oliver and Alicia.

"Out of the way!" She barked, hurrying over to the two. "Merlin. Was he outside in London, then?"

Oliver shifted away uncomfortably and tightened his grip on Alicia. Surely he could just go home and not have people gawking; the last thing he wanted was a write up in the papers.