Susan Bones (bl_susan) wrote in bloodlines_rp, @ 2009-09-30 20:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie weasley, loc: private residence (diagon), loc: st. mungo's, nicky bones (npc), nov 2002, susan bones, type: introspection |
Fatality Rate
Date & Time: 30 November 2002 | late afternoon
Post Type: Introspection
Status: Closed: Complete
Character(s): Susan Bones, Nicky Bones (NPC), a sort of appearance by Charlie Weasley
Location: St. Mungo's, Susan's flat
Summary: Susan very nearly has a breakdown.
Every day at shift change, the healers seemed almost surprised to see her and Nicky still there. At first she'd thought it was because most of the patients went home after a few days, and those who spent weeks were much more rare. Today, however, it had hit her that maybe the opposite was the case. That maybe they were surprised that Nicky wasn't worse. And she'd made the mistake of asking for the truth. The facts.
There had been some confirmed cases in small children, but almost all of them had died before they could even be brought into the hospital.
Susan had managed to keep a straight face while on the ward, but as soon as she was able to escape, she'd taken the Floo home for the first time in nearly two weeks. Any other time, it might have been nice to see the inside of her home. As it was, she couldn't actually see anything, because she was bawling too hard to focus. The blur of her bed had rushed up under her, and she'd buried her face in her pillow and cried until she felt twice as exhausted as she had before. The temptation to curl up and sleep was so great that she felt ashamed of herself.
Arriving back in the ward was both better and harder. Nicky was fussy again, and she hated that she'd missed even half an hour of a good day. But he was there, and he wasn't any worse. She was thankful for that. The healers brought another round of potions, and Susan gathered him up in her arms, soothing him until he drifted into sleep. It seemed to be coming easier to him now, but it was probably just how used to the routine she'd become.
When Charlie arrived a little later, straight from work, Nicky was still asleep in her arms. She smiled, but only because she was glad to see him. If only she could see him somewhere else. When he sat down next to her, all she wanted to do was fall into his arms and actually cry herself to sleep. But she was stronger than that. She had to be. At the very least, she was strong enough to keep certain facts to herself.
99% fatality in children under two.