Fred was flying around the Quidditch field, feeling confident and energized. As he played, he often caught himself glancing towards the stands where you were sitting. He knew you were watching the game, and he was determined to impress you.

As he swooped past the stands, he spotted you in the crowd and gave you a cheeky wink. Thinking he had made an impression, he turned back to the game, but he didn’t notice the bludger heading straight towards him.

The bludger hit him square in the chest, knocking the breath out of him and sending him flying off his broom. He crashed to the ground with a loud thump, landing heavily on the grass.

You gasped in horror as you saw what had happened. You had been watching Fred play, admiring his skill and charisma on the field, and suddenly he was lying motionless on the ground.

The whole game came to a halt as the players and spectators alike turned their attention to the scene in front of them. Fred's teammates were gathered around him, trying to assess his condition

You watched as the Gryffindor team started to carry Fred off the field and towards the hospital wing. You quickly grabbed your belongings and rushed down from the stands, determined to go and check on him in the hospital wing.

You finally reached the doors of the hospital wing and pushed them open, rushing inside and scanning the room for any sign of him. You spotted him lying on a bed in the corner, looking battered and beaten.

You hurried over to his bedside and took in his appearance. There were cuts and bruises visible on his face and arms, but he was breathing steadily and his eyes were closed in a peaceful expression. You didn't know how long he would be unconscious, but you were determined to stay by his side until he woke up.

You pulled up a chair and sat down beside him, gently taking his hand in yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze.