May 22nd, 1973When Sirius's eyes opened again, his vision was blurry.
"Cissa?" was the first thing he whispered when he remembered what happened. He
recalled the game, spotting his cousin, and falling forward until... pain. He let out a loud
cough and then yelped as the muscles in his back spasmed. "Ow! Fuck!"
"Well, it's good to see you're awake, Mr Black," Madam Pomfrey said as she
approached. "Though, I can't say I care for your language myself. I'll let it slip for now as
long as you tell me how much pain you're in."
Sirius took advantage of the punishment-free zone and snapped, "A lot of bloody
fucking pain! Shit! Arse! My back fucking hurts. What the bloody hell happened?"
Madam Pomfrey stared at him, her hands on her hips. "Are you quite done?"
Sirius thought for a moment, took in a sharp breath, and then let out one word:
"Tits."
The mediwitch rolled her eyes and pinned him with a scowl. "You'll be fine. Drink
this." She shoved a Pain Relief Potion into his hand, and Sirius took it without question.
The pain dulled to a gentle throb, and Sirius let out a great sigh of relief. "What
happened?"
"You strained your back, pulling various muscles when you hit the ground, and
fractured your pelvis, young man. You've been here for several days now, unconscious for
most of them, which is good considering what we had to do to repair the muscle and bone
damage. You wouldn't have liked that one bit."
Sirius groaned. "Mia's going to kill me."
She had been worried about him hurting himself at the game, and not only had he
essentially blown her worries out of the water, but he propelled them into space. Although,
technically, he could argue that he had not hurt himself playing Quidditch.
"Where's my cousin? Is she all right?"
"Narcissa Black? She'll be fine," Madam Pomfrey said simply and then walked away.
"Wait! What happened to her? Is she okay?" When no response came, Sirius
growled. "Is anyone even going to tell me if we won the game?"
"Is that really all you can think about right now?" Mia snapped as she stormed into
the infirmary, the doors slamming against the walls in her wake. James, Remus, and Peter