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Someone moved him, and Jake let out another piercing scream. His elbow reeeeeally hurt.
As something was put on his chest, Jake was entirely convinced that it was something that would create more harm than good, having watched too many weird TV shows. He wasn't able to protest, but he panicked, breathing going faster and pulse positively racing.
And... they wanted him to drink something?
Yes, Jake had deduced that he was, in fact, 'Jahhhke'.
He wouldn't drink it. Wouldn't. Couldn't...
"Jahhhke..." he said in protest. Then, "Kaaahhzz..."
He didn't like this. He wanted to go back to sleep.
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Miss Lissy Lou Jack immediately stopped moving Jake as soon as he let out a yell. Ok. No more moving for him! "Jake, you HAVE to drink this, pleaseeee!" he begged with him. He was NOT going to let his girlfriend's brother die under his watch! "You have to or we'll have someone force it down," he told him. It was a bit harsh, he had to admit, but what else was he supposed to do?! Just NOT let him take it? That would be horrible decision--and as Head Boy, no less!
He was half listening to what Cela was saying as he tried to get Jake to drink it. He heard her say that she liked astronomy, which was no surprise--didn't she like all classes? He had always assumed so. Poor Cela, she seemed so out of it right now. She wasn't making any sense! He was going to pipe up that he liked astronomy too, even though there was really no NEED since he was sure everyone here was aware of his fascination with the subject, when something clicked in his head.
She was trying to tell them something! And, he knew EXACTLY what that something was.
"WAIT! Cela--FORRESTER! Are you trying to tell us that the bartender is behind Forrester's death?!" he asked. He couldn't make heads or tails of the other stuff she had said mainly cause he was only half listening but he understood that much!
For the last couple of hours, or minutes, or seconds, Wesley had concentrated on one thing - held on to one thing - Jakers Upstead. Cela had rescued him, and she was making sure he stayed rescued.
But now, as the hall switched over from battle ground to hospital, the Hufflepuff realized the severity of what had just happened. What was still happening.
Trotting alongside Jack as he carried Jake (much more effectively), lip bitten, Wesley bumbled around, uncertain of how to help but wanting to anyway.
She wasn't really that strong.
She didn't know what those crabs were for.
She couldn't levitate people.
She didn't even know any healing spells.
But Jake - he was hurting - he was screaming and panting and, well, practically - practically di-
Jack said it. He said it. He said the D-word.
"P-please, Head Boy Jack! I can help; I can! I don't know how to, but I can! I'll do anything! ANYTHING!" The tiny 3rd year exclaimed, eyes wide and panicked. Face white. Hands uselessly flapping around, threatening to accidentally wack somebody with the wand.