Hearing the slow footsteps from behind, Oliver turned to look at his fifth year friends. Poor Sarah was having a real struggle waking. He heard her words and her prefecty tone of voice and attempted a smile but it quickly turned into a grimace. Ok.. so no smiling for a while – how very apt. But.. at least he knew she actually cared.

And in answer to her question, No.. he hadn't informed the healer, and no.. he wasn't going to either. “You just get yourself sorted out, okay?” He said to the prefect.

He stood back while his friends were healed, listening to Ms Ashford as she addressed Sarah. Bed rest and relaxation.. that sounded so appealing right now. He glanced at Miranda. “Okay?” He whispered to her. He had no doubt she felt the same way as him. Exhausted, drained and guilty as hell.

Hearing Roxy, Oliver merely nodded to the little girl's words, his mind elsewhere right now... but he heard her address the healer about his injuries. NOOO! He frowned and looked down at her. “Shut it.” He mimed.. but it was too late because the healer had heard her! Dammit. No!

He lowered Roxxy to the floor as she requested and took a pace backwards, about to protest to Ashford that he was fine and didn't need to be healed - but she was already applying some gloop to his injuries. Guuuaaaah! He flinched away from her but it didn't take him too long to realise that it wasn't nearly as bad as he feared. Still, that didn't stop him from closing his eyes and taking a nervous shaky breath as she did what she was doing. Stupid lame fear.

When she was done, he opened his eyes and looked at her, blinking. “Thanks.” He mumbled then swallowed, realising that it was a lot less painful to do so now.