Who: Oliver and Whoever Visits him First. ;) When: Monday morning What: Oliver is ready to leave but has a wee problem Status: Open|Incomplete
Percy was gone, and he was slowly getting used to that fact. He did what he always did, he lived his life head first and did what he felt he had to do. Of course that meant going on a half cocked suicide mission and disappointing the first person he'd ever loved, but that was how he lived.
And now he had to deal with the repercussions. But first he had to make an effort to apologize to Percy properly, without the begging. Percy probably never wanted to see him again, but he didn't want to end things on those terms.
The only problem was he wasn't quite healed. Of course he wasn't about to tell Pomfrey the truth about how he felt because she wouldn't let him leave if she knew he couldn't feel his leg. Truth was he wasn't willing to stay in the infirmary even a moment longer. So he had to fake it. Somehow... he had asked Stan to come but he wasn't sure if Stan would show up, so he was currently standing beside the bed, gripping it with both hands and attempting to balance on his right leg. It was working, only he wasn't sure how he was supposed to walk.