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Tessa followed Kyson and the nurse over to a clean bed, so she hurried over and pulled back the blankets. As the other two worked to get Reid into the bed, Tessa stood back, watching the scene. The nurse hurried to tug off his shoe, sock, and his mismatched braces. Tessa hadn't noticed it before, but in the harsh light of the infirmary, Reid looked awful. It was easy to tell something had gripped him and whatever it was was wearing him out. Violet eyes glanced over, noticing Kyson's look back at her. The girl shrugged, watching the nurse's rapid-fire magic work over the idiot Gryffindor as she checked over his vitals. and preparing a potion for him to take. Honestly, she was afraid they would soon be in trouble.

"I need one of you to bring me that bowl there, please." Marni said, not loud enough to stir Gideon from his trance-like state, but certainly loud enough to be heard. Tessa stepped quickly over and retrieved the bowl, moving to offer it to the nurse when all of a sudden, the Gryffindor retched, spewing his supper all over both of the ladies. Marni simply tsked and used her wand to clean herself before taking the bowl, then cleaning the girl before her. "Sorry, that potion is hard to time. I thought we'd have another few seconds there. Please, go on off to bed. If anyone stops you, say you were helping me. Oh, and can you alert Mr Reid's friends in the morning? Be subtle, of course, but I will need to speak with them." The nurse tilted her head a bit, regarding the kids. She should probably figure out why they were out and about... Or maybe they'd delivered the boy directly from their Common Room? That was more likely. "And I do thank you for taking time to bring him here to safe keeping."

Tessa stared at the nurse in stunned horror. How was she so blasé about being thrown up upon!?! Then again, she was a school healer, something the Slytherin knew she'd never ever want to do. "Mmm, yes. We will tell them first thing in the morning. I think they both stayed over holidays. Thank you, Nurse Kavanagh." With that, Tessa grabbed Kyson's hand and turned to leave, still struggling to hold her own stomach. As soon as Reid was back on his feet (to the extent he ever had been able to be,) she'd throttle the damned idiot. As soon as she was outside of the hospital wing, she looked at Kyson, a spark of fury in her eyes. "You don't tell anyone about that last little bit there. We got him to the hospital wing, then left. Nothing else, hear me, Macclellan?" The teen was practically shaking with fury at the audacity of Gideon ******** Reid.

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Gideon immediately felt his heart drop when Rhys explained back the stupidity of the Gryffindor's logic. He pondered the "crazy" act that had happened, and Gid sighed quietly. He was getting ready to explain just why he was crazy, but Jazzy took her turn speaking, causing him to wince. He deserved this, he did, and he kept chanting that as a mantra of some sort. She hit him with both the stupidity of his disobedience and taking his medicines like he had. He simply exhaled, dropping his gaze to his hands, which were shaking rather badly. All in all, he was pretty sure he was handling this better than he figured.

With his own voice choked down, Gid listened to Jazzy explaining what had happened to Rhys, and the impact of the medications. She wasn't wrong, though he secretly was glad she had chosen to explain it, and for two reasons. One, he would have only incensed Rhys with his version, and two, she was (hopefully) blowing off some steam before it could be redirected at him. She said he'd done it all simply to avoid using a wheelchair, but that was only one of the reasons. When she turned back on him with a rather terrifying predatory glare, the teen jumped a bit, biting his lip as she spit her words at him like they were burning her mouth. She asked if it was a matter of pride and he spoke up. "No! N-no. That's not why... I acted like an idiot." He ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to keep his breath steady. "It was... I was scared, okay? And stupid. And selfish. I thought if I lied I could just... heal naturally and be fine and you'd never have to worry. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could keep everything just fine. I mean, coming in and saying 'oy hey, I had massive spinal surgery and can't walk or do anything useful for the first half the year', and I would have lost everything I worked hard for." He sniffled, still trying to sound calm.

Unfortunately, being this upset was stressing Gideon out more than normal and it was causing him to shake like a leaf. "Prefect, Head, Captain... All those titles require me to shoulder burden. Usually it's something more like, oh, 'sleep a bit less to help someone out' or something, but anyway. Plus studies and even just getting around here. It's bad enough on crutches, but it'd be much worse on wheels. And anyway, by that point I'd managed to happily delude myself that I'd be just fine and dandy, and that no one would know. Which is, of course, absolute stupidity." He wiped his hands against his eyes, a bit surprised to see tears on his hands. Oh well. It was pretty damn obvious that he was shaken up, and he didn't have the words to explain his guilt and sorrow.

After a few seconds of maddening silence, Gid looked up and between Jazzy and Rhys. One of them was probably going to yell, and honestly, he hoped they would just get it over with quickly. His silent plea to just end all the yelling quickly was cut hard when Jazzy spoke, her words echoing in her head. What would have happened? Would he have died or would he have survived on sheer luck? Regardless of what he said, he was certain she wouldn't like the answer. Though he also knew if he decided not to answer, it would default to the worst option. "I... probably... I dunno..." He wiped his eyes again, tears beginning to make their trek down his cheeks. "It wouldn't have been good news..." He drooped visibly, not bothering with keeping himself propped up. He had almost killed himself by being a stupid git, and that stung almost worse than their words. He was scared that after everything else, he was very, very likely to lose his best friends with this endeavor. All of him wished he could go back in time and slap himself before he'd ever signed pen to paper on a letter to Rhys that last summer. Honestly, he felt he deserved to lose his titles and everyone he cared about, but he really, really hoped he wouldn't lose Jazzy and Rhys.