Who: A doctor, nurse Betty, several orderlies, and John Doe Where: A muggle hospital When: Saturday, March 21, 1980, 3:00 pm What: John Doe's been brought into the hospital under mysterious circumstances
Status: Finished Narrative
"Never seen anything like it myself," the man said, turning the card over in his hands. "Most be one of those novelty things like you get at the fair," he ventured, turning it over one more time. Wizard? "Looked in our files for any Lestranges and found nothing-- but if you ask me it's a fake name to go along with a fake card. He looks like a University bloke. Maybe you ought to call up to Oxford and see if they've had anyone go missing," he said, handing the card back to a nurse.
She looked at it as well. It was heartbreaking to think that the handsome boy in the picture was the same bloody mess laying in a nearby room.
"I'll put his card with his diary and his clothes," she said, heading into a nearby storage room to a basket marked John Doe(Lestrange?). Even though his shirt and slacks were slashed, muddy and covered in blood they still gave the appearance of being quite expensive. The young nurse couldn't help but wonder if this young man might be royalty. The police had already been by twice to see if he'd awaken yet. They wanted details on who could commit a crime so atrocious.
"Weren't you supposed to be off an hour ago, Betty?" one of the orderlies asked as he walked by the room and caught her staring off into space.
"I feel bad for him is all," she said sweetly. "All alone, no name, no family yet. What if he wakes up here afraid?" she asked.
"It wouldn't do any harm for you to stay in there with him. They've finally gotten the bleeding stop but he's already on his this liter of blood. Whoever got a hold of him really did a number there," he said, shaking his head.
"We'll take good care of him," Betty said, stepping around the orderly to head for John Doe's room. It looked like the blood transfusion was almost finished and all of his wounds had been tended. She pulled up a chair and held his hand gently. After about a half an hour the man's eyes began to flutter.
"Dr. Boone!" she called to the hallway. "John Doe is waking up!"
The doctor rushed in along with several members of the staff. It wasn't often this hospital had anything so exciting as this, and any explanation for this man's appearance was going to be juicy gossip.
The dark-haired man's eyes flew open suddenly and he looked frightened as he pulled up both of his hands to protect his face. The IV tugged and his eyes followed the tube to the bag of blood. He paled and attempted to speak but no noise was forthcoming. His eyes looked confused and he tried to push himself out of the bed. An orderly grabbed for him and John Doe elbowed him in the face, before yanking the needle out of himself. Another orderly grabbed him and he kicked out, catching the man in the chin.
"He's in shock," the doctor said immediately. "Nurse, get me a sedative." The doctor helped the three orderlies hold the young man down until Betty returned with a large needle full of a silvery colored liquid. She handed it to the doctor who looked down at John Doe with pity.
"This should knock him out for a day or two. Obviously the trauma was too much for him," he said, before sticking the syringe in the man's thigh. He pushed slowly down and John Doe's eyes slid back in his head. His body went limp and his face took on a calm expression of a person dreaming peacefully.
"Poor thing," Betty sighed, taking his hand again. "And he's split those stiches," she side, watching as blood began to pool against his skin.
"Grab another liter of blood," the doctor directed, and then secure him to the bed in case he wakes again before his mind has had time to recover. We don't want him hurting himself," he said. Kindly, he patted John Doe's foot.
"You'll be alright son. We're going to take good care of you."
Inside his head, Marius was screaming, but no one could hear.