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Annabeth was curled up on the couch in the Common Room, still in her pajamas from that morning, a blanket draped over her legs as she leaned her head against the arm of the sofa. Her eyes stared at the fireplace where bright flames danced over the log she had put in not too long ago. It was winter now, and the castle seemed cold to her. Though, that could be because of her Grandmother's condition. As she sat here, the old woman lay in bed in the Hospital, in a state of sleep where not even a hurricane could rouse her from her slumber. Anna knew, of course, and had gone to visit her Grandmother several times, but today she didn't even have the will to do that. So here she was, curled up on the couch in her pajamas, watching the fire. There was a Quidditch game today, but she wouldn't go. She had no reason to. She used to go to either watch Romy play or to hang out with him in the Stands and watch the other teams, but ever since their "fight" in the corridor, she hadn't really said anything to him. Not a "Hello" as they passed in the Great Hall. Not a question about his story in Newspaper Club. Nothing. With her thoughts now on the boy, Anna's head began to think harder than she wanted it to. She shook her head, pushing the thoughts away as she slumped back into the couch, returning to her state of unresponsive existence.

Annabeth didn't move as someone walked in front of her fire, shrouding her in shadow as she sat by and watched them. She never would have guessed that it was Romy. He sat down in front of her, asking her to explain what was wrong with her. What wasn't wrong with her? Her Grandmother was in the hospital. She was the only person that had ever been there for Anna when she was growing up. On top of that, her grades were slipping through her fingers, her writing skills were getting worse by the week, and her heart was constantly flipping from breaking to healing. Of course, those last few were mostly because of the boy that sat in front of her at the moment. "I'm here for you, no matter what. Y-you know that, right?" he had said, offering the gentlest of touches with his hand on hers. Anna, who hadn't said anything or even moved since Romy's appearance, lifted her head from the arm of the couch. Her blue eyes, round and wide with fear and depression, found his. The light of the flames danced in those eyes, lightly them up even when they were dark from sadness. He said that he would be there for her.. That he would always be there for her... Slowly, Annabeth slid off the couch and into Romy's lap, curling up in a ball and clinging to him. She buried her face in his chest and finally let her tears fall. After spending the whole day keeping them bottled up, there were quite a lot of them too. "R-R-Romy... It's my Gramma... Sh-She's in the hospital, a-and she won't wake up. What if she doesn't wake up? What if she leaves me, just like that?" The girl sniffled, but only held onto the boy tighter. She didn't want to be alone in this world, but if her Grandmother died in the hospital, then she would be. What would she do then?

Anna squeaked a little when Romy squeezed her, unsure of how she was able to handle so many emotions at once. Depression from her grandmother's condition, a sense of love from Romy, and confusion from mixing the two. Still, the girl clung to him, glad to have a conscious person to comfort her during such a time as this. In the distance, she could hear the sounds of two people snogging. It was disgusting, all that slurping and bleh! Gross. Just gross. She felt a finger under her chin, and Romy lifted it up, forcing her to look up at him. She didn't want to. She wanted to just hide her face in him. She must look horrible at this point, all puffy-eyed and whatnot. He told her that they would get through this. They would get through this. Together. "I'll be here for you." he had said before kissing her cheek and petting her hair. Anna looked down, avoiding his gaze, as her cheeks lit up in a blush. In attempts to hide herself even more, she nuzzled back into him, resting her head near his shoulder. All was calm, until she heard the girl that had been snogging some guy shriek. Maybe his kissing wasn't up to snuff? Oh, wait. No, that wasn't it. He was... asleep? Had she tired him out, or... That wasn't it either. She was freaking out way too much. Something was wrong here. Annabeth lifted her head and stared at the situation before her. He had just... stopped. 'Just like Gramma.' Slowly, she pushed herself out of Romy's lap and planted her feet on the floor. Anna approached the distraught redhead, eying her and her boyfriend with curiosity. He was asleep, because he was obviously still breathing. It was exactly like how her grandmother had fallen into it. She was awake one second, and then the next, out like a light. "He needs to go to the Hospital." she said plainly as she gave the redhead a once over. Kinda scrawny. Then again, she wasn't much better. How would they get him all the way to the Hospital Wing? Annabeth turned to glance back at Romy, giving him a pleading look that begged for him to help her. She couldn't watch someone else cry over a loved one falling into this dreadful state of unconsciousness. No, she had to help. She had to.