Oliver and Terence
He'd seen the entire event in such slow motion for a brief moment the thought occurred to Oliver someone had bewitched the stadium. Terence and Viktor plummeted to the ground, locked together. They damn near took out the clueless referee and fell to the ground like a neutral colored comet streaked with gold. Even over the collective gasp and cheers from the crowd he heard the thud of their bodies hitting the ground and the world went silent.
He didn't remember pointing his broom downward and speeding to the earth, and certainly wasn't aware of hitting the ground so hard he stumbled, broke the foot hook, and kicked it off with a wordless roar of rage. All that mattered was getting to his Seeker - his best friend. The last they'd spoken Oliver had lied to Terence, then purposely hurt him over text. They'd not even looked at each other in the locker room, opting for polite ignoring. What if that was the last time they would interact? It couldn't end like that.
The mediwizards had already swarmed around the two fallen Seekers, forming a frantic chain in a rush to minimize the damage the two purposely caused to themselves. Oliver didn't register the actual bodies standing in the way, instead focusing on the space between two of the medical professionals and sped forward, stripping off layer after layer of heavy leather padding.
"Terence!" Oliver screamed, crashing into the wall of people and elbowing his way through. Several hands seized the Keeper's massive arms and one gripped hopelessly on the back of his robes, only to receive an elbow to the gut. "TERENCE!" Why would they keep him away from Terence unless it were a truly terrible injury? The thought increased the panic Oliver felt and with a noise of rage he shook off the two other medics and sped forward, falling short on his knees feet from Terence.
"Ye fooking daft bin." He sobbed. "Ae dinny men get ya tae fookin jump ye fooking weapon! Jus catch tae snitch that's aw!"