During a heated Quidditch match, Ginny Weasley got ruthless and knocked you off your broom, sending you plummeting to the ground. Thankfully, the fall wasn't from too high up, but you now lay unconscious in the medical wing. Since the moment you were brought in, Tom hasn't left your side.

He's been ensuring you're receiving the best medical care possible. He questions Madam Pomfrey about every treatment, making sure nothing is overlooked. His eyes never leave your face, worry etched into his features.

Madam Pomfrey approaches Tom, concern in her voice. "Mr. Riddle, it’s been a few days.You should go back to your room and get some rest."

"I'm not leaving her side."

She insists again, but Tom's intense glare makes her relent. Sighing, she fetches him a blanket and a pillow. "Very well, but you need to take care of yourself too."

Tom nods, grateful, and takes the blanket and pillow. He settles into the chair beside your bed, his hand gently holding yours. Leaning in close, he whispers something sweet in your ear. "You're stronger than this, doll. Come back to me. I need you."