Silently Screaming For Help

|Chapter 6 : Puking Luck|

"Get it out of you Adrian. Get it out" I muttered as he threw up in the changing room toilet and I grimaced slightly before looking to my watch and grabbing my bag as I threw them all a can

"What the fuck is this?"

"The best remedy for a hangover"

"Bru irn?"

"Irn Bru" I corrected Flint as he peered at the can confused before opening it

"It's orange?"

"It is, drink up- Adrian! Here" I called before the door opened and he looked at me as I passed him it before looking to the others as he lay down on the bench and Draco wandered over as I lowered my voice

"We're already five minutes over time out"

"Hooch will be in here soon"

"I know... you'll need to find that snitch- no, not you too Miles!" I complained loudly as he jumped up and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut as I grimaced, rubbing at my face as my stress levels started to rise and I looked to him again

"And you'll need to find it fast"

"We'll be fine-"

"This lot are already falling off their brooms pretty much-"

"We're forty points up-"

"I don't fucking know how-"

"Slytherin! Back on the pitch!" Madam Hooch called as I groaned, knocking before she opened the door as she motioned us towards the pitch and we nodded as they started getting up while I knocked on the bathroom door

"Miles? Can I come in?"

"If you really fucking want to" he groaned as I opened the door slowly, seeing him leaning against the sink with his head against the wall, his skin pale and clammy as I patted him on the back

"This is why you don't mix alcohol and drugs-"

"We were only drinking"

"Oh. Are you a lightweight?" I asked with my eyebrows raised as he let out a laugh and a grin grew on my face before I started running the tap and splashed some water on his face

"Come on, the game will be over soon enough"

"I hope so"

"Well as long as you keep blocking the Hufflepuff chasers from scoring: we'll be fine"

"I don't know if I can"

"You can"

"I'll need a miracle-"

"Maybe not a miracle but maybe a little bit of Felix will help" I told him before opening a can of Irn Bru and passing him it as he gawked at me while I gave him a smirk and a shrug before I walked from the bathroom and grabbed my broom as I turned and watched him swallow a mouthful, a grin on his face before he followed me and we jogged out, everybody seeming to be in better spirits as we kicked off.
Catching the quaffle that had slipped from Flint's grip I ignored the commentary as I dodged Abbie while a bludger hit the tail end of my broom and I was sent spinning off track. Keeping a tight hold of the ball I steadied myself quickly, my vision blurred slightly as sick swirled in my stomach and I groaned before flying back towards the goals and threw the ball hopefully, it just scoring a goal as I stared surprised. Flying after Abbie, I ducked the bludger aimed at me by Andrew as I knocked the quaffle from her grip and chucked it to Adrian who just managed to catch it as I followed him round to the goals, getting the ball dropped to me as I threw it at Ethan, watching him just catch it as I pressed my lips together annoyed. Watching Cedric go into a dive I turned and searched for Draco, finding him already flying after him as I grabbed the quaffle from Flint and hastily flew forward, scoring another goal as I felt a strong hit to the back of my neck and I lost control of my broom, starting to fall as it flew away from me and I turned over to my back, seeing a bludger come at me as I tried to shield myself, it hitting me straight in the stomach as my breath was knocked from me and I landed painfully, starting to cough as I stared about dazed

"Amelia?!"

"Yeah?! Am- am I okay?"

"I- yeah- no"

"Well then quit looking at me like that" I told Flint after he'd landed next to me, no feeling in my leg as he stared at me wide eyed and the others landed around, sharing the same look as I looked to them

"Did we win?"

"Yes, but that's-"

"Shit, really?"

"Yes! But we have more important things to deal with!"

"We fucking won.... how the fuck did we win? How? I mean, we're all hungover as fuck"

"Amelia!"

"What? Help me up, will you?"

"No, absolutely not"

"Why?"

"Your leg" Miles told me, all of them grimacing and turning away as I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked at my legs, keeping my sick down as I stared at the bone that had broken through my skin as I felt myself grow faint and I laid back down.