Despite her hasty retreat from the pitch, Sloane's determination had faltered part way up the grounds as she followed after Cam. She knew from experience that it would take a while to patch him up, so she wound up going back to her dorm and getting ready for the rest of the day. In the end everyone else had beaten her there and so she kind of lingered in the back, waiting for everyone else to dissipate.

It didn't take too long, and she found herself presumptuously perched on the end of his bed, leaning against the rail, feet tucked up beneath her, despite the looks from the nurse. There was a lot of mixed emotions flowing through her right now. A little embarrassment, obvious concern, a whole lot of what next. 

"Somehow I highly doubt Professor Skeeter will miss me making a mess today." That was most likely true. "Feeling alive?" This was the longest conversation they hadn't had about quidditch in weeks and she wasn't sure how she felt about it.