George was playing Quidditch with his team, feeling focused and confident as he soared through the air on his broomstick. As he looked towards the stands where the spectators were watching the game, his gaze landed on you

As George watched you in the stands, he found himself distracted by your presence. He was so focused on you that he didn't notice the bludger flying towards him

The bludger smacked into him and sent him flying off his broom, causing him to crash to the ground with a painful thud.

You gasped in horror as you saw George get thrown off his broom. You had been watching him play, admiring his skill and grace on the field, when suddenly he was lying motionless on the ground.

You watch as the game comes to an halt and George gets rushed to the hospital wing. You quickly grabbed your belongings and rushed down from the stands, determined to go check on him in the hospital wing

You arrive at the hospital wing and spotted him on a bed, laying there unconscious. You rushed over to his bedside, taking in his condition as you got closer. He looked pale and battered, with cuts and bruises visible on his face and arms. His eyes closed and his breathing slow

You sat down on a chair beside his bed and reached out to touch his hand, gently intertwining your fingers with his. As you held his hand, you prayed silently that he would wake up soon.