Broach: 1 Zach: 0 Who: Zach & Theo What: Healing, friend times When: Sunday Night Where: Zach's flat Why: Zach hurt himself Warning: hurt!Zach? Status: Incomplete
He had been on a roll, getting much better at removing hexes, at least more efficient. Zach had removed one of the more complex items from the glass case and taken it to his study to work on it. Zach felt ambitious, and the new theory had come in rather handy on the last two items. Zach was truly mastering it.
For someone watching, it would have been boring, as Zach took time to engage the broach. It was worth almost a hundred galleons cursed and more than ten times that if it could actually be worn. Zach didn't care about the money, more the skill behind it, but that was a fact. Everyone who had worn it in the past three centuries had died. So no, he wasn't touching it, but Zach felt the layers of magic on it rippling. Complicated spellwork that was. Someone had been an artist. It wasn't just about the kill.
But Zach moved past the first couple layers in relatively little time, considering. But he had been almost engaging the next magic when he felt it, the catch latching onto his magic. Fuck, his way out was blocked. His focus changed, and he had to be careful. A single misstep...
Disengaging carefully from the current level, Zach tried to figure out what the hex was that was threatening him. After about ten minutes, he was sweating and realizing his chances of escaping unharmed was rather close to nil. So instead he tried to figure out what it was going to do. Broken bones he could deal with, the blood as long as it avoided the main arteries but the pain if he moved? That was complicated.
Pulling out his journal with his left hand, he began to scrawl messily with it a note to Theo. But just as he was getting to enough to almost end it, his hand twitched. Dropping his wand, Zach fell to the floor, knocking over his inkwell. His left hand grabbed the journal with a shout, and he felt some of his ribs breaking, and his right arm burst open bleeding, but oh, oh -
The pain. Zach screamed but bit his lip, which felt like nothing, even as he caused it to breath. The journal was within his view. He was mostly on his side, leaning over his left arm. Breathing hurt, and his back was to the door, but moving hurt like nothing else. Despite the pain, Zach stopped screaming. Screaming involved movement, and movement hurt. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he would have sighed if he were in less pain when he saw Theo's words show up, but instead he just laid there, repeating those words to himself in his head.