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Eva had been unconscious for two straight weeks. She didn't receive very many gifts like anyone else would have if they were in her position. She obviously was not as popular or well known as her older brother, and either way, she kept her friend circle extremely small.
The friends she did have, came to visit, along with the marauders, and even Regulus, who quickly disappeared when his older brother and his friends stopped by.
Nobody, not even Kaelyn or Adan, knew about what had happened. Them, along with the rest of the school, believed she had crashed into the whomping willow while flying. James had come up with the story and was beginning to realize his sister wouldn't be fond of it if she woke up at all.
Remus was a huge mess. Because of him, Eva was severely injured and in a deep coma. All of his friends had told him it was all just an accident, and that in reality, it was simply Snape's fault for the whole ordeal. They all knew Eva would tell him the same thing, but that made Remus feel even worse. She would have told him that, but she didn't; because she was in a coma, and it was his fault. Madam Pomfrey had told him Eva would wake up sooner or later, though even she wasn't sure.
James had found the best coping method for him was to avoid the hospital wing altogether. He knew she would have wanted him to stay, but he couldn't bear to see her in the condition she was in.
Instead, Kaelyn and Adan took turns staying with her during any free time, completing their school work on a makeshift desk beside her hospital bed. During the night, they would sleep in the hospital cots on either side of her, refusing to leave after curfew. Madam Pomfrey had soon given up on trying to convince them and instead felt bad for the poor children.
However, when Eva Potter did wake up, nobody was there. She was all alone as she groggily sat up in her bed, struggling to prop herself up onto her elbows. Glancing over at the space beside her, she examined herself in a glass of water left for someone to drink.
Her reflection looked weary and tired. Her eyes drooped down slightly, similar to the corners of her lips. Beneath her eyes was a heavy blue color, and her face looked like it had gone pale. Undoubtedly noticeable, there was a long scar going down her cheek. The first thing she thought of was Remus. She hoped deeply that he didn't blame himself for everything that had happened when he truly didn't have any control of himself. Her cheek wasn't the only thing that was scarred. As she pulled up the long hospital gown, her legs were revealed, showing her what was causing the stinging sensation. It looked as if she had walked through a rose bush; though instead of thorns, small knives. Gashes could be seen from her legs to her chest, but they seemed to have faded ever so slightly.
