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Your POV

Walking back into the castle with Minerva, I glance around the stone walls as I feel my heart thud faster and faster with each step towards the hospital wing. Biting on the inside of my lip I do my best to push my thoughts down into a deep part of my body, to no avail. With ringing in my ears I follow Minerva into the large doors in the infirmary and feel my head spin a little as it's hard to hear anything. Squinting my eyes as I look at the large windows that had a lot of bright white light spilling in from them, I raise a hand in an effor to shield my eyes. Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I look at Minerva as her blue eyes show concern, her mouth moving but I was unable to hear anything. Blinking for a moment that was the last that I saw before everything went black.

Snape's POV

The large infirmary doors creaked to life as I smile, knowing that the one I love was finally joining me again. Seeing her as she shields her eyes from something. Furrowing my brows as I watch her, Minerva seeing my gaze, before she too turns to see what I was looking at. She grabs her shoulder and was able to gain her attention, only she didn't at simultaniously. By now Madam Pomfrey had also noticed what was going on, before I could get up from the small bed I was sitting on, she was already on the floor. Minerva knelt down to try and see if she could get her to wake up as I got around the various beds and carts that held basic medical supplies.

Sitting on my knees I put my hands under her to pick her up, looking at Minerva for a moment who only shakes her head before Madam Pomfrey has me lay her in a bed and we are ushered away from the bed.

"Tell me what's going on!"

"Severus, let her find out."

Minerva puts her hand on my shoulder and I look at her, grimacing as I try my best to not cry. This was a bad idea, I shouldn't have let her talk me into coming back here.

"This was a mistake, coming back here. I shouldn't have let her talk me into it."

Bending as I try to get more air into my lungs, I gasp slightly.

"Severus, this isn't your fault, you didn't know."

Snapping up I narrow my eyes at her.

"Know? Know what!?"

She raises her hand for a moment and I growl at it under my breath as I cross my arms in front of me.

"She had just realized it today as you two were leaving Spinner's End."

Furrowing my brows as I shake my head, not understanding what she was talking about, before I remembered what she saw.

"The Thestral. I should have known!"

"Severus!"

Turning around to see Minerva looking at me, her blue eyes staring through me almost as she glares at me.

"Now is not the time to blame yourself, when she wakes up she needs to tell you what's been going on. Let Madam Pomfery do her work in peace."

Nodding as I adjust my coat, I pull myself together for her, as best as I can while I wait. She did it for me for months while I was in a coma and now I could do it for her, no matter how long it takes for her to wake up.

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Sitting next to her bedside as Madam Pomfrey tells me what she found, feeling as if I was in a daze as she was explaining to me everything she knew.

"I believe she's just fainted, everything is normal, she's just not conscious. I can't tell you when she'll wake up. She should be able to do that on her own eventually."

"Eventually?"

She nods as she glances from (y/n) to me.

"There is nothing I can do to wake her up. She has to do that on her own, or I could cause more damage."

"For Godric's Sake! You can regrow bones, and you can't just wake her up?"

Minerva hits me with a newspaper, and I now knew how Ron and Harry felt when I did it to them.

"If she wakes her up, it could cause more damage. You could lose her entirely if it doesn't go as planned. Now do as you've been told."

Sighing as I look at my black shoes on the floor, my hands lacing themselves together. I was hoping by this time next year we would have been married, planning our futures together, getting everything ready for a... family. Something that the both of us have always wanted, to belong. To be normal, now with this, it felt as if it might never happen. Is this how she felt? When I was in the coma all I could see was her, her in the boathouse as she held me on the floor.

The tears came down her face and onto my own as her (e/c) eyes spilled every memory that she had of us together. My plan to leave the key behind to keep her safe, failing miserably. I should have known that it wouldn't have mattered and she would have ended up finding me anyway. I blame Hermione, Ron, and Harry. If she wouldn't have met them and joined them on their spelunking she might not have been there. I might have died, but I deserved it.

Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I snap from my thoughts. Looking up to see Minerva she smiles slightly down at me.

"I have a few things to take care of, you should do your best to try and rest. You need it."

Nodding I look back at the floor, her velvet robes gliding next to me as she walks out of the infirmary, speaking with Madam Pomfrey. Looking up at the one I love, her face motionless as she lays there. Her chest moving slightly with each breath. Grabbing her hand as I run my thumb over her knuckles, my thumb catching the ring that was on her finger. Looking down at it, I felt my eyes begin to water, blinking them away as best as I could, holding her small hand in mine, clasping it in between the other as I pulled them closer to me.

What was I going to do?