Concern

It was the second time Adrian had visited the hospital wing with a specific person in mind. Sure he would often stop by and check in on his teammates anytime he knew they were in a bad shape, especially after a particularly brutal game or training session.. But that was more as a friendly gesture when the boy had time to spare.
Not like now, where he'd pushed all else aside to make the trip.

Cora had insisted earlier she wasn't that hurt and that he could leave her with Nurse Blainey, something Adrian reluctantly agreed to.
Two hours later and the boy was mid-potions class, not having seen or heard anything as to the reserve Seeker's condition. That concern served as a constant distraction and eventually Adrian couldn't ignore it anymore.

It had taken a bit of convincing, but Professor Sharp eventually relented and allowed him to leave early, on the condition he'd master the brewing of Wiggenweld potions by their next meeting. "Think of your grades Mr Cross." Yeah, well.. He wasn't. He was thinking of how bruised her cute face had been. Black eye, a bit of a scratch on the cheek.. Why was he getting so worked up over this? It was no worse than anyone else suffered during Quidditch. He shook his head a little and tried to focus, ascending the final staircase before pushing the heavy door to the medical wing open.

In the distance was Nurse Blainey, tending to a much worse-off Artie Black who was bandaged up real good. He'd check on him later, for now he had to find-..

"Addie?"
A wave of relief washed over him, he knew that voice.
Turning to his right he spotted Cora, now clad in nothing but a simple shirt with her lower half obscured under the covers. She was seated on the bed in front of a small mirror on the nightstand, currently in the process of gently brushing a cotton ball doused in antiseptic over the scratches suffered earlier.

Adrian pulled off his robe and folded it over the foot of the bed before he sat down beside her. His urgency and unapologetic concern drew out a little giggle from the Witch and she began to protest.
"Addie I'm fine, you don't have to-"
"Let me, Cora. Please."

He was holding her wrist. Not hard, just.. holding.
With a soft hum, Cora surrendered the cotton ball to him. Letting it roll in to his outstretched, free hand. He let go after, instead reaching back to loosen his tie a bit before getting to work. She was genuinely a little surprised by how forward the Slytherin boy had been, and from behind the dark hair of her side-fringe, she watched him curiously.

".. I guess Artie took priority." Addie mumbled, having deduced the reason she'd been there so long wasn't the severity of the injuries, rather just someone else being in a worse state taking precedence.

"Ah, yeah he sprained a shoulder I think. I got bored waiting so I thought I'd just take care of this my- Ow!" She instinctively pulled away from him.
"S-Sorry!" He'd swabbed a little too firm and caused a stinging pain. Cora shook her head and smiled mischeviously before tilting her cheek back towards him for access.

".. Don't you have class?"
"I do.. I did."
"So.. you skipped class just to come see me here?"
"Cora shut up."
She smiled again, not a mischevious one this time. Adrian's cheeks had darkened a little with red.. but he was still focused on that slow, careful work of cleaning her up. Even taking the time to brush off a bit of dried mud with his thumb whenever he came across it.

They sat together quietly for a while until he was done. The silence only broken by a muffled curse from Artie in the back of the infirmary whenever Miss Blainey set one of his joints back in place.

"Hey, Addie?"
".. Yeah?"
"Thanks~."
She shuffled closer before laying her head on his shoulder to rest. The smile from before only widening when she felt Adrian protectively weave an arm around the Witch's smaller frame.