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Fabian Prewett (fabulously) wrote in incipimusiterum, @ 2023-05-02 20:06:00

Sat with his head in his hands, his elbows pressed lightly against the soft mattress of Amy’s bed, Fabian attempted to try and fight back what felt like the fifth mental breakdown of the hour. No matter how much he tried to fight against the feeling, or he tried to distract himself, he just couldn’t escape the despair that filled him at the sight of Amy in front of him. The Mediwitches and Healers had all since learnt that there was no point in trying to tell him to go home to sleep. Hell, even that girl that Amy worked with from time to time in the Auror office had given up trying to send him owls to schedule him for any work in the next few days. No, there was more chance of the Harpies winning the league, than there was of Fabian leaving her bedside for any more than a shower or to fetch more food.

He didn’t care what anyone tried to say to him or tried to reassure him, in his mind, this was his fault.

He had replayed the scene a thousand times in his mind, dissecting each and every movement, every spell thrown and every defensive strategy employed. If he had just been quicker with his spells, if he had just kept an eye on her a little more than he had, then perhaps she wouldn’t be here right now, looking as pale as the ghosts that walked the halls. It should have been in him in that bed in front of him. He was one that worked a risky job and put his life on the line every day in these sorts of events, precisely to make sure the likes of Amy would never have to worry about such a thing a day in their life.

As his eyes began to well up with tears once more, Fabian softly took hold of Amy’s delicate hand between his softly trembling ones, squeezing it gently, as much to reassure himself as it was some misguided attempt to provide her comfort. Hell, he didn’t even know if she realized that he was there with the number of potions that were probably inside of her right then. It didn’t matter though, he was there, and he was going to watch over her and make sure that not a damn thing laid even looked at her funnily until she was back at work and telling him off for pulling an immature prank on someone in the office.

“Please Am’s, just wake up now. I’ve learnt my lesson, I won't take you for granted anymore” he mumbled under his breath, his hands moving to try and warm up her cool one. She looked so fragile and delicate in that bed of hers, almost as though she were a china doll. Part of him had been terrified to even touch her when he had first seen her laid out on the bed, for fear of hurting her further somehow. It had only been at a healer's suggestion it might be good for her, that he dared to bring his chair closer to hers, god knows how many hours ago she had been brought it. Oh, what he would have done at that moment to hear her disapprovingly tell him off.

A thumb brushing against her hand, he swallowed thickly, trying his best to fight back the wave of emotion that threatened once more to take hold of him. “Don’t you dare go and die on me, Amelia Bones,” he managed to croak out, “We need you….I need you,”. Feeling a fresh wave of emotion threatening to swallow him up once more, he leant forward and pressed his head against her hands, desperately squeezing his eyes together in an effort to keep emotions at bay.


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