Lifesaver

Disclaimer: Getting used to this yet? St. Mungo’s is not mine, nor is the world of Harry Potter. Mozzie and Nolan are mine and Frankie still belongs to Nienna and Mozzie. The plot is mine, though Nienna helped me greatly =3 THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME PLAY WITH FRAKNIE!

Mozzie ran quickly down the hall, panting, her chest heaving. The owl had made it to her within moments and soon as she heard she took off. It was lying. It had to be. In a tightly clutched fist, she held the parchment, crumpling beneath her death grip. As she ran, a couple of her barrettes fell from her hair, clattering on the stone floor of St. Mungo’s, never to be seen again.

Nolan was already up in the room and he told her he’d keep her posted and not to come, but Mozzie never listened to him anyway. The only reason she hadn’t broken into tears was because she kept telling herself the parchment was lying. The words were mistaken. It was sent to her by mistake, from a different Nolan to a different Mozzie about a different Frankie and though it made absolutely no sense, it was keeping her from breaking in to sobs.

She passed by numerous Healers, bumping into a few who called after her, but she paid no mind to what they were saying and their words were merely a blur of noise to her. In her mind, she was calling to Frankie. You better be alive stupid! You are only allowed to die by my hand!

Unfortunately, Mozzie had no telepathic skills that linked her to Frankie, which would have come in handy a long time ago.

Pausing to catch her breath, she bent over, hands on her knees, gasping deeply, chest racking unevenly. In this moment of lapse her mind found the freedom of focus on running to send her tears down her cheeks. Righting herself, she rubbed the tears, but they continued to fall.

“Why… are you… so stupid?” she groaned to no one and everyone all the same.

Picking her pace, she continued to run, heading for the staircase leading her to the floor Frankie resided on. She wasn’t fast enough, she told herself. She had to be faster. She had to move faster. Why couldn’t she move faster? Why were her short legs so slow? Why couldn’t she fly?

Climbing the stairs, her legs ached and her chest burned. Mozzie was not a runner. She lived off of sugar and caffeine. Exercise was the death of her. It did her no good. It murdered her. She felt like she was being killed. This was only because the note was so drastic. Only because Frankie’s life was in dire edge.

Mozzie,
Frankie was taken to St. Mungo’s a few minutes ago. He had a bad accident and has quite a few broken bones and is currently unconscious. We don’t know about his stability right now but I’ll keep you updated. Stay home till I send for you alright?

Nolan

Like Mozzie would listen to Nolan.

Gulping in air, she walked down the hall, checking numbers on the doors. Where was his room? Where was his—OH OH THERE!

Throwing the door open, she marched in.

“Frankie Gavino YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH DON’T YOU?!” she snarled angrily. Oh well if he was unconscious. She had to yell at him! “YOU ARE SO STUPID! WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID? I WILL KILL YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS IF YOU’RE STILL ALIVE!”

“Mozzie!” Nolan’s sharp voice interrupted Mozzie’s stress relieving rant and he jumped up.

Shaking her head, she skirted around Nolan. “My best friend, Nollie. I know how to take care of him.”

Turning around, she took in her surroundings. Frankie was in a bed, bandaged up. His head was half covered, his rib cage bound, his arm was held up in a sling. Choking on air, she brought a hand to her mouth and felt the tears again.

”You’re so stupid!” she told him again, her voice angry and desperate.

Wake up! Wake up!

And his eyes flashed open.

“Frankie!” she cried, rushing to the side of his bed.

“Mozzie,” he said, facing her with a wide grin. “That was the BEST! It was so exciting! Thrilling! Falling out of a plane is amazing! You’ve got to try it!”

Groaning, Mozzie shook her head, wiping at the tears. “You nearly DIED!” she reminded him, her voice shaky. She was used to his stupid stunts but this was the worst. He’d truly, nearly died!

“Don’t cry!” he said, giggling. “Laugh Motzie! Come on and laugh!”

It was hard to resist the urge to push Frankie. “You… you… Frankie you are so stupid!” And then, relieved that he was even alive, she bent over him and kissed his cheek, pulling away to wipe her falling tears.

Frankie had begun laughing at Mozzie but as she kissed his cheek, his laughter sputtered away and his face was suddenly a horrid shade of red. “I.. I… M-Mozzie.. d-d… I… n….” His stutters failed as he nervously rubbed the visible hair.

Giggling, Mozzie smiled and crawled into his bed carefully, curling up to her best friend and taking his arm in hers, clinging to it.

“Don’t do anything that stupid again,” she whispered, nuzzling up against his shoulder. “You can’t leave me yet, okay? You’re not allowed to die while we’re still so very young.”