The Misfitters

Chapter XI: Waiting in the Wing for You.

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As the light from the moon peeked over the hill tops and into the hospital wing, it left a blue, eerie glow that bounced off the stone walls. The owls were faintly heard throughout the room as Chance sat at the bedside of Abaddon, waiting for him to awake. Madam Pomfrey had allowed him a pass on his isolation, just so he could stay by his friends while they healed. Davey had already left, his Skele-gro had finally done its trick. That only took 8 hours, but Chance had been waiting patiently for Abaddon to wake up as well, sitting by his side for the past 24 hours, maybe more. He hoped that he'd wake up before he had to head to bed for classes tomorrow, as it would be difficult leaving him here not knowing if he were truly okay or not. He had slept last night. Though, not comfortably, but laying his head down with his arms crossed in his chair. Now, he fiddled with his thumbs, trying to pass time as he anxiously looked around the room. The tapping of his foot against the ground was all that was heard. His eyes snapping from the floor, the walls, to Abaddon, then back to the floor as time approached 8 PM. Abaddon looked really peaceful, which was honestly scary in a way because he never seemed at peace. But Chance kept looking at him nervously.

Abaddon began to stir. He grimaced at the moon light that blinded him through his eyelids. Opening his eyes slowly to adjust to the light, his head began to spin. Abaddon looked around in confusion, not remembering any events leading up to where he currently was. He turned to his left to see a bright smile directed at him. Taking a few minutes to adjust to being awake, he was able to process who was looking at him. Abaddon jumped at the sight of Chance looking back at him, and rose immediately from his sitting position. "Oh, Merlin! What's going on? Why are you here?" He said frantically, as he rubbed his forehead, he was sweating horribly.

Chance just looked at him with a bit of confusion by his reaction, a tad hurt by the last comment, as if he wouldn't be here for one of his friends. Abaddon stuck his head under the blankets, realizing he was in a hospital gown and not his normal clothes. Flustered, he pulled the sheets up to his neck and pressed his back against the wall. "Why are you here? Where's Davey? Oh my god I probably look horrible right now." Abaddon mumbled as he wiped his face with his hand, sliding it through his hair as he panicked over his complexion.

Chance just looked at him with an amused look on his face, "not really, no. If it makes you feel better, I just sat here for a day with no shower or hair gel so...you wouldn't be the only one." Chance gave a half smile in Abaddon's direction. Abaddon finally took notice of Chance's own appearance, he still wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans from the last time he saw him, in the Great Hall Saturday night. His hair had fallen flatter due to his lack of hair products. "Also I don't care about that, you've been out for a day, man. Are you okay?" Chance asked, raising his voice slightly to show his concern.

Abaddon looked into Chance's eyes for a couple seconds and then looked away and out one of the windows. He breathed in sharply. "No." He said, he chuckled a little like it was comical. Chance listened as he sat back to prepare himself for a story. Abaddon shook his head, "I messed up."

Awkward eye contact with Chance sent Abaddon into his rant, and one he needed to get out. "Davey and I heard our necklaces chime. And I knew Clyde was out there somewhere and I don't know...I wanted to help you, I wanted to prove that I was more help then what I figured you both thought of me. I left you after that chamber shit, and I got us into Dumbledore's office for nothing! And we got into trouble. If we hadn't searched his room, we'd be in LESS trouble, maybe you wouldn't be isolated from us, maybe Davey would still be on his Quidditch team, and maybe my mom wouldn't want to fucking kill me!" Abaddon dropped the sheets as he placed both of his hands to cover his eyes, leaning down into his hands. "I know it's stressing you out, I know it. I just wanted to help. But I went in blindly, and despite Davey telling me not to, I went searching for Clyde anyway. Davey knows you better than I do, I should have listened, for all I know you'd probably think I'm an idiot for all I just caused, AGAIN." Abaddon slipped his head farther into himself, gripping onto his hair in frustration.