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He wasn't going to die.
He wasn't.
Raiden knew what death felt like. And it did not feel like this. This was a grievous wound, but... he wasn't going to die. He was in Hogwarts, there were people here. He was not going to die.
"I'm not going to die," he gasped, words disjointed; whatever Lina was doing to him caused him to jerk in pain, and he stopped breathing altogether again, lungs refusing to draw in air until he stopped.
Breathe. Breathe, you fool.
"S-Sabel." The voice was definitely his friend's. Raiden's hand abandoned his wand and grabbed weakly in the direction the voice had come from. "The professors n-need to be TOLD."
Why were there people here, next to him? Why were they so worried? It didn't hurt that much anymore. In fact, a strange numbness had started spreading through his arm and chest.
If he'd opened his eyes, he would've realised that the blackness had invaded farther.
He passed out again. |