There were spells placed on the field for this sort of situation, to slow the fall of a player and even of the quaffle, but it still hurt to hit the pitch. Hitting the ground caused Scarlett's eyes to shoot open, and the blurry images of players zooming above her, toward her filled her view. Carys was the first face that came into focus, and Scarlett gaped at her captain.
"What---it---"
"Shut it, Rabnott!" Carys let out, her hand going to the side of her face. Scarlett shut her mouth tightly and watched her captain continue to freak out, "CATCH THAT BLOODY SNITCH, CHAMBERS!"
Carys was pushed out of the way by a blur of neon green robes. Healers. Oh, that was good. It was very strange to...know what was going on but not be able to see it clearly. She knew she was lying on the pitch, she knew that the game was still going on above her, she knew that the healers were currently performing spells on her that were supposed to stop the pain that was so strong she couldn't move, but her eyes only saw outlines, colors—
She was lurched up into the air, and the annoyingly familiar feeling of the magical stretcher spread across her back. It contoured to the shape of the patient, the—oh, she was a patient.
Scarlett stretched out her hand, reaching for the closest blur of green. Patient, she was a patient, bleeding and losing her stream of consciousness, it—oh--
“My—parents,” she managed, her throat feeling dry as she weakly grabbed onto someone’s sleeve. Oh, Merlin, her parents were always in the stands, they must be losing their minds. Everything went dark for a moment and then the bright lights of—was she off the pitch? Healing station, it had to be---she hated this place---
“We’ll get them——she’s lost a lot of blood!” a voice shouted. Scarlett groaned; brilliant. Her head lolled to the side, but she tried to force herself back up.
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