|Percy Weasley (bd_percy) wrote in beyond_dark,|
@ 2008-06-23 10:07:00
|Entry tags:||* june 2006, - complete, cassius vaisey, percy weasley|
RP: I hate you
Date: 23 June 2006
Characters: Percy, Cass
Location: The Shack
Summary: Percy visits a sick Cass at the Shack
Percy left the office early - or early for him. Natalie had given him a strange look, but she hadn't said anything. In fact, she had been subdued for days. Percy wasn't sure if she had broken a nail or she was a lot more observant that he gave her credit for. Either way, he was able to leave without any fuss.
No one stopped him at the Shack. It was one of the perks that came with the job. However, he asked to speak to the attending Healer, and waited until one was available. The waiting times seemed to get longer and longer with the number of sick people and scarsity of healers. Percy didn't mind waiting; he understood the need for rules. He almost wished that he hadn't, though, after the Healer informed him that they had done all that was possible and expected Cass not to survive. Percy thanked him for the information, and got ready to go.
"You should see him," the Healer said, stopping Percy dead in his tracks. "Sometimes, we're not even sure how it works, but sometimes they can hear you. It could make it easier."
Percy wasn't sure easier for whom. He didn't want to see Cass die, and didn't think that Cass would want to hear what he had to say, but if this were another Auror with no one here, he would have done it. He wouldn't treat Cass any differently. He followed the Healer to Cass's room. The Healer let him in and left him alone closing the door as he left.
"Hi, Cass." Percy stopped and cleared his throat. He wasn't sure he could do this. He had never treated Cass as everyone else. He doubted he could now. "The Healer... he said maybe you could hear me. I'm not sure what he thought I'd say." He stepped closer to the bed, and brushed Cass' hair away from his face as he leaned down, speaking directly in Cass' ear. "You can't die, Cass. That much I know. The rest... you don't have to worry about that for now. You're strong. Prove them wrong." He straightened up and blinked away the tears that were threatening to spill. "I don't want you to die," he whispered.