Diving Into You | Fred Weasley

72 | Sweet Circe!

Naia's head was pounding so hard, she wanted to drill into her own temple to make it stop. It was almost as if not a second went by since her battle with Scylla, and she wondered where on earth she was and what the hell happened.

Naia shifted her body, feeling a painful pull on her limbs that made her wince in discomfort. She slowly blinked her eyes open, vision blurred slightly as she adjusted to the glowing lights of the candles around the room.

"JUST BLOODY DO IT!" A familiar voice cried from a distance. She turned her head slowly to the direction where it came, careful not to strain her neck. Her whole body ached, and she hadn't the slightest idea why.

Naia blinked as she tried to make out the huddled forms a few feet away from her. One of them lay on the couch, their chest raising up and down rapidly in exhaustion. Over them were three more people, and another person holding the patient close.

She blinked a couple more times until her vision began to clear. There was a pained cry and Naia soon recognized the person on the couch. It was Maria.

"For goodness sake, Ardeas, just pull it out quick!" The witch was damp in sweat and blood, with strands of hair sticking to her face as she winced in pain. Naia saw that it was George who lay behind her, soothing her hair and holding her securely to him as the rest of their group tended to the witch's fatal wound.

A giant wooden beam lay wedged on the side of her torso. Her shirt was ripped and discarded so their captain could treat it with Circanian magic. Ardeas had his palms outstretched, the familiar golden glow of his magic wrapped around the beam as he worked to get it out of her safely.

Matty tumbled by next to them, rummaging frantically through Naia and Maria's bags for the healing and pain relief potions. She could make out Fred mumbling healing spells to siphon the blood back into Maria's body from her bleeding wounds.

"The beam is dangerously close to your lungs, Maria. I have to go slow, I'm sorry."

"Pratt any luck with the pain relief!?" George cried worriedly as Maria's tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Pink- Pink weave pouch-" Naia croaked weakly, causing all heads to turn towards her. "There should be Dittany, Murtlap Essence, Pain Relief, Wound-cleaning, and Blood replenishing in the-"

Matty rummaged through the bag, his arm sunken all the way inside before pulling out the potion pouch successfully. Naia went to sit up to help but winced and cried out in pain when she found she couldn't even move her torso up without hurting herself.

"Don't you dare move, Naia." Fred called out worriedly. "You've broken a few bones and may have a concussion. Lay back down, love."

"But-"

"I'll be fine, Naia." Maria smiled weakly. "This old thing should be out of me in a jiff-yyy ow! Mother fuck!"

Naia hated just laying there and watching her best friend suffer. But Ardeas' magic was able to get the beam out without damaging her vital organs. Immediately, Maria was fed one potion after another by Matty while Ardeas and Fred worked to heal the rest of the witch's wounds.

She felt Fred's presence before she even saw him, opening her eyes at the feeling of his familiar hands running gently through her hair. His lip was split, and he had dried blood crusted from the large gash on his forehead that hadn't been tended to yet.

"You should do something about that," she groaned as he held her up from the back of her head, bringing a potion to her lips. "Fred, you're hurt."

"Not the only one." He smirked, "Brackium Emendo." Naia winced at the feeling of her bones snapping and mending back together from his healing spell. She noticed how he held his wand with his non-dominant hand. "What's wrong with your arm?"