harry potter (bl_harry) wrote in bloodlines_rp, @ 2009-08-09 02:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | harry potter, loc: st. mungo's, oct 2002, peter malotti (oc), ron weasley, type: rp |
Date & Time: October 9, 2002
Post Type: RP
Status: Open: Public
Character(s): Harry Potter and....
Location: St. Mungo's
Summary: TBD
Harry felt like it had been one of the longest weeks of his life. This was, of course, a ridiculous notion, as each week is no more and no less than one hundred and sixty eight hours precisely. However, time was oddly subjective for Harry Potter as it was for most people, and this week had seemed to be at least one hundred and ninety, if not longer.
He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling that the staff had finally given up on repairing, since he just kept breaking it. He missed Ron. He tried to imagine he was on the couch back at home, staring at the ceiling and listening to Ron snore. He even had help in the form of the old man who'd been admitted yesterday, who lay sawing logs in the bed to his left. But it just wasn't the same.
As far as he could recall, he had not ever spent quite this long lying down, except perhaps for a few extended stays in his cupboard that he really preferred not to think about. He was restless, but he did not have the energy to be restless. He was exhausted, but he didn't have the will to sleep. Not when each night he was plagued with increasingly vivid dreams, no matter how much Dreamless Sleep he took. As far as he could tell, he at least hadn't been screaming in his sleep - he was certain someone would have said something, especially Millicent Bulstrode, who was stationed a little way down the ward.
He hadn't told the Healers about the dreams, of course. It didn't seem relevant. He'd always had nightmares. He didn't want them to think he was completely messed up... even if he was starting to think that might be the case.