Wild Eyes

Stains On The Tile

Harry's eyes were wide, his vision began to blur. Liquid rose petals ran through the channels of the tiled floor. The steaming air kept the blood from clotting, pieces of broken mirror littered the once pristine ceramic. The Ravens head spun, and his ears began to ring. Bile began to rise into his esophagus, threatening to spill forth and mix with the red liquid that oozed from his forearms.

Time was falling apart, sounds amplified and stretched. His heart pounded painfully in his ears, as if drums were poised on either side of him. CRACK Green eyes lost sight for a moment, only to be jerked back by a crackling pain in his skull. Blood spattered the tile where his cranium had met it violently. Harry lost his lunch, sick spilled onto the floor and spattered down his front. Brown red and yellow intermingled beneath him, like wet paint that needed to be mixed.

He looked at his right hand, it still clutched the sharp piece of glass that he'd used to maim himself. It was cutting into his Palm and fingers, but it was just a dull ache now. Colors blended together, his vision warped before leaving him again. He felt nothing as he slipped into oblivion.

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Draco was tired, very tired. Dark circles hung under his eyes like velvet drapes. The mark on his arm burned almost constantly, when he slept his nightmares were of things only the most twisted of heads could create. Only thoughts of those he loved kept him sane; his mother, Blaise, Pansy, Pot- The blonde boy banished the last name from his thoughts and scratched at his sleeve, he wasn't sure whether or not it made the burning better or worse. All he knew was that it kept him from thinking about the mark itself. Then a new distraction presented itself to him.

Fuck. He needed to take a piss. On the way to the bathrooms something felt off. There was an eerie cloud about the halls leading to the door. Something didn't feel right. Then, CRACK! The sound was sickening, like listening to a butcher do his work. He tried to remain calm, to be unconcerned about the wet slap of flesh against floor. As he got closer, he heard a new sound. Almost imperceptible. Ragged, slow breathing. Dracos pace quickened. CRACK. The sound somehow sounded more final than the last. He broke into a sprint. Something was wrong, very wrong.

He nearly sicked himself when he burst through the door of the bathroom. Blood was everywhere. One of the mirrors only had a few jagged shards hanging in the frame. The rest were scattered about the floor like puzzle pieces, coated in blood. The sinks were all running hot water. Harry lay a few feet from the mirror, near one of the stalls. Red oozed steadily from the long, lengthwise lacerations in his forearms. Dracos voice wouldn't quite come out.

"Po-potter?" He stuttered, edge creeped into his speech. Harry didn't answer, Draco tried again, Harry couldn't actually have done this, right? This had to be some sick prank, an illusion!

"Potter!" Shouted Draco, hoping the raven haired teen would rise, or disappear. But he didn't do either, the pool was getting larger by the second. Draco had no choice but to act. He took towels from the rings mounted on the walls, and tied them as tightly as he could around the wounds, instantly staining the white linens deep, splotchy red. Draco wished suddenly that he knew medical spells. Literally anything would have been helpful. Scooping the other boy into his arms he ran in the direction of the medbay, shouting for help.

"Somebody! Help! Potter's injured!"

It didn't help that they had both chosen to do their activities when students would seldom be traversing the cobbled halls, there was no one in sight. He picked up his pace, coming as close as he could to a sprint without jostling the student in his arms too much. The medbay couldn't be close enough, a few minutes straight of jogging and Potter was still bleeding heavily. Ruby fluid soaked through the towels already, and had begun to stain Draco's own shirt the same color. Potter's breathing was distressingly shallow, his chest barely moved with every inhale.