Hospital Wing

@kim yongsun "I know, I'm sorry ..."

There's not much else to say, her petite limbs turning boneless within his grasp, head lulling back and silken locks of honey cascading off his shoulder and arm. There's panic circulating around him, but for some reason, he's more... upset than whine-y, brooding slightly as the other Ravenclaws snap back and forth amongst themselves over how long it would take her to recover and how none of them ever saw this coming because they were normally more careful on the Pitch. As if Quidditch was ever a safe, predictable game, even in a scrimmage. That Ravenclaw tendency to always plan for the worst and discuss preventive methods for the future slightly aggravating Zac, who simply wished to be entrusted with carrying the girl to the infirmary and not being followed like some scoundrel escaping off with the Ravenclaw Princess.

She's in capable hands with the nurse, however, the damage done to her ripples shock throughout the wing and Zac finds himself ushered out with the rest of the Quidditch players, as Yongsun was going into intensive care. Although, Zac's taken his fair share of nasty falls off his very own broom, he cannot recall ever having been knocked out longer than a day or two- Yongsun is kept from visitors for the remainder of the week, slipping in and out of consciousness while the nurse attempts to repair her injuries with varieties of Potions and Healing Charms. Zac never knows what else to ask every day he visits after class, and only knows that he's waiting for the evening the nurse tells him Yongsun can finally take visitors.

That day arrives on a weekend, Zac bolting from the Gryffindor Common Room in a pair of dark wash jeans and a black XL hoodie, draping his frame yet still making the thickness of strong shoulders obvious, the grey beanie tugged over his hair bringing out the blues of his eyes with wintry tones. The palms of his hands glide into his front jean pockets, long legs approaching the bed in a lightly dragging effect, showing hesitation, his head peeking around the partially drawn white curtain that blocks Yongsun's ethereal figure from the any other onlookers. It's strange, he doesn't know why he feels so personally responsible for her fall ( despite how she blamed him so harshly right afterward ), but it's a puzzle he hopes to figure out himself, because he'd never really had anything against Yongsun as a fellow Quidditch player and schoolmate. He just knew that she was a sassy, unique personality, and to not occasionally witness her in action on the Pitch or merely in class or across the way through the Great Hall, felt odd even for him.

"... Sunny? Darling, are you.. awake?"