T Higgs will hit a bitch (rebelhellion) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-01-03 16:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | ella svetkova, terrence higgs |
Who: TELLA
What: T is released.
When: Monday, early afternoon.
Where: Ella's flat
Rating: HIGH. Sex/violence likely.
Status: Incomplete
The medical opinion was probably that Terrence shouldn't be released (the hex at least had been lifted, but the damage to his mind was still present), yet none of the staff at St. Mungo's had even attempted to stop him from leaving his bed. He'd been terrorizing them all night, even while only partially conscious; his magic was out of control, trying to repair and protect the body and mind that held it. He didn't fully go back to sleep after waking up, restlessly dozing and then waking again, until light came in through the windows. Then he stared at the ceiling, gaze unfocused, inside his own head.
It was around 11am when a conscious, coherent thought finally got into his mind. Ella. Had she lived? Had she protected her brother better than Terrence had done for his sister, all those years ago? Were they here in St. Mungo's with him, or in the morgue? Fuck. He had to get up.
He had been changed into a hospital gown while he slept, and his clothes were nowhere to be found, except for his resilient dragonhide jacket. The rest had been tossed or sent for cleaning, probably; they'd been covered in blood, and torn from the curses that had been sent his way, and smelled of smoke. Terrence only cared that his knives (except for the one Ella had taken) and his wand were there, which they were, sheathed inside the folds of his jacket. He returned them to their respective places, wondering about the missing knife and whether he was remembering correctly that Ella had used it. Then he pulled his jacket on over the hospital gown and headed out into the hallway, the fire in the doorway extinguishing before he walked through it.
He stopped at the nearest nurse's station, unfazed by the strange looks he was getting. "Svetkova?" he asked. "Ella or Alek?" They blinked at him, and he rolled up his left sleeve to display his Mark, then spoke slowly and angrily, as if they were thick in the head. "Has anyone named Svetkova been admitted? Look it up."
They hurried to obey, then, under the heat of Terrence's glare. Waiting for the information was probably the worst couple of seconds of Terrence's life, even worse than what had happened to him in the fight; if the breakdown in his head had prevented him from being able to fight at a time when he could have made the difference between Ella's life and death, he had no fucking clue what he would do. And Alek - he wanted Alek to live too, didn't want Ella to have to go through the pain of losing a sibling. Fucking hell, his head was starting to ache again, but it abated after a moment.
"Alek Svetkova, Spell Damage Ward," the nurse said, voice trembling just a little bit. "That's this ward - that room over there. He was admitted on Saturday night."
Terrence followed her pointing finger without a word, entering the room. Alek was on the bed, unconscious; the room was otherwise empty. That was a good sign, surely? If Ella wasn't admitted, and if Alek was here, that meant she had to have survived long enough to get him here. There was a good chance that she was alright, too. Well, alive. Terrence doubted that she was very happy right now.
He looked down at the boy on the bed for a while, head aching. He waited for his mind to clear, to organize itself around the idea that Alek was here, he was not Amelia, and he was safe. Ella wouldn't have left him if he wasn't safe. He reached out, and briefly covered the boy's hand in his; finally, the pain in his head abated. They would both be alright.
Turning on the spot, Terrence Apparated out of the hospital room, headed for Ella's flat. That was the likeliest place for her to be, and there were clothes of his at her place, he could change out of this fucking gown. Possibly after they reassured each other that they were still alive, if she was there. He hoped like hell that she was.