Re: Oliver and Terence
"Aye, and Ah'd naever fargive meaelf if yeh died yeh barry bastart." Oliver retorted, brushing off a hand from a concerned Mediwizard who had dared attempted to get in the way.
"But you landed awfully hard..." he insisted, then muttered something about a broken broom.
"Fook awf mate," Oliver snapped, rounding on the man. "Why not focus on him? Do yer damn job." The bruise on Terence's head looked nasty and the way his shoulder jutted forward... Well, at least bones could heal. Sylvie? Was she here? Probably. "You want me to get Sylvie?"
"No!" A harassed Mediwitch snapped, summoning a stretcher with her wand. "We already have too many people here. She can see him at the tent. Both of you can see him there." She stared pointedly at Oliver, who lowered his chin and puffed with anger like a bull.
"This man just won us tae game, and near killed imself like. Ah'm na leaving em!"