George Weasley (bl_george) wrote in bloodlines_rp, @ 2009-09-17 10:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | angelina johnson, george weasley, loc: st. mungo's, nov 2002, peter malotti (oc), type: rp |
RP: Good morning...
Date & Time: 17 November, 2002
Post Type: RP
Status: Closed: Complete
Character(s): George Weasley, Peter Malotti (oc), Angelina Johnson
Location: St. Mungo's
Summary: George wakes up with the sun.
George came to basic awareness before he managed to open his eyes; his nose found unfamiliar smells. Not unpleasant, exactly, but unfamiliar. The sheets under his body were crisper than his own. The blanket rougher under his arm. He stretched, testing out the feel of his body, yawning widely before opening his eyes.
He vaguely remembered Verity waking him yesterday. The memory of being in hospital a bit stronger. George blinked in the faint stream of sunlight that peered through the window at the end of the ward, then looked from bed to bed at the people still asleep there.
He was sick. Had the disease. He had no idea what it meant for him. None at all. Ginny still had trouble with her magic sometimes, and Percy wore a watch and carried a planner to remind him of nearly every daily task he had to do. Would he fall somewhere in between? Be off the spectrum in a completely different direction?
He ran a hand over his face, then sat up slowly in bed, bracing for the wave of fatigue that never came. Odd. He was tired, and achy, but he'd been disgustingly sick for a couple of days at least. Had it just been yesterday? Had he been here recovering longer, to feel like this today?
He spotted the Healer at the end of the ward, giving a potion to someone. What was his name? George couldn't remember. He sat up properly, sliding his feet out of the bed to the floor, then reached for the cup of water on the bedside cabinet. It was cold, with drops of condensation on the outside of the cup, and George thought he hadn't ever had water so good.