August | Hermione Granger x OFC

Chapter 101

CW: same as last chapter

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"MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER!"

Whoever's annoying voice that was – from what she could hear of it over the ringing in her ears – was physically painful.

Or maybe the physical pain was just her skin being ripped open and, you know, her haemorrhaging blood cells. 

"No, oh no, I didn't—"

She knew that voice. It was the same voice that had been shouting at her only moments ago.

"Quiet yourself, Myrtle! And you, stay here!"

She knew that voice, too, but she was unable to work out who it was – not in her current state.

Her current state being one of defeat more than anything else. She wasn't clawing at her chest trying to close the wounds, to keep her blood from seeping out. She wasn't screaming in pain even though she really ought to be. She wasn't begging for help. She was just lying there.

Rock bottom.

And then someone was putting pressure on the wounds on her stomach and they were pushing hard and Gods it was painful – it was Harry; why was he hurting her even more?

"Get...off...me," she rasped, trying to roll away from his hands which felt like weights holding her down. But with each movement she made, it felt like her organs were...sloshing about, for lack of a better word. It was disgusting. She wanted it to stop.

"Bleeding- I have to stop the bleeding," gasped Harry, "or you might- you could die!"

Good.

With as much strength as she could muster, she attempted to throw his hands off her.

"Stay still!" he begged, pressing even harder to which she let out a deep involuntary groan of pain. "You're making it worse! I didn't know- I swear I didn't know that it would- that it would do this...please...hold still!"

Against his wishes she continued to resist his help. She didn't want it. She didn't want anyone's help. She just wanted to...fade away.

"Oh God, Hermione's going to kill me, oh God, oh no," Harry muttered stupidly to himself, removing one hand to wipe the sweat off his brow. In its wake it left behind a smear of blood. Robyn was fascinated by it for a moment before remembering the blood was hers.

"Shut up," she croaked.

"Will you stop wasting your energy!" he hissed, moving his hands to put pressure on the wounds on her chest. She would've told him off for it, but there was something uncomfortable in the back of her throat suddenly – something she couldn't swallow. It tasted like metal, and the longer it stayed there the harder she was finding it to breathe.

"SHE'S CHOKING! SHE'S GOING TO CHOKE TO DEATH!" wailed the voice Robyn now realised belonged to Moaning Myrtle, who, in fact, hadn't stopped wailing the entire time, but now at least she was wailing something useful – to Harry, that is.

"Shit!" he gasped, lifting Robyn's more or less limp body onto its side.

Her body's natural reaction was to cough, and as she did a splatter of blood landed on the floor.

Oh, that's what was stuck in her throat. Makes sense.

But now that she could breathe again – for the most part – she felt the pain of being moved onto her side. In fact, she felt the pain of there being tears across her torso to the point where it felt like her organs were going to fall out. Were they actually going to? No, but it felt like it.