Mary "just a little bit blonde!" MacDonald (onthecontrary) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-07-13 11:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1979-07] july, alastor moody, mary macdonald |
rp: mary and moody.
Who: Mary MacDonald and Alastor Moody
What: The waking up after the epic night
Where: Moody's room in St. Mungo's
When: Mid-morning after Moody arrived to Mungo's
Rating: Low/Moderate
Status: Complete
After reading the journals and hearing Frank's update about the night's happenings, Mary knew what she had to do. Sometimes never leaving the hospital truly did come in handy. Tonight was one of those nights. Despite her plans to meet up with Belby, Mary's heart was in another place. No one should wake up alone after going through what Moody went through, so she took it upon herself to see to it that Moody would not wake up alone. However, waiting for someone who's recently been through such trauma was not Mary's cup of tea. After finding Moody's room (and finding him, thank Merlin, asleep), she found herself antsy. What if he didn't wake up? What if he wasn't the same when he woke up? Mary knew Moody wouldn't wake for several hours, probably not until the morning, but she didn't want to rest. What if he woke up while she was sleeping? No. That wouldn't be right. So Mary made herself busy. She refolded the corners of the bed sheets about a thousand times, and then she rearranged the furniture about fifty times. She went through every magazine the little waiting room had (even though she felt guilty leaving the room to get the magazines), and she had depleted the waiting room's supply of espresso. Mary even went so far as to work on her scheduling charts for her and her co-workers from now until the end of the year. She was going mad. She didn't do well sitting in a small room and waiting, but she felt obligated for whatever reason. As the sun began to rise and stream new light into the room, Mary fetched a glass of water and a cup of ice chips (just in case), and put them under cooling and freezing charms. Always be prepared. What else could she get? Finally, Mary decided to close the blinds. His good eye might be sensitive to the bright light. Maybe? Mary was going out of her mind. What if he didn't wake up? That thought made her heart skip a couple beats. He was Alastar Moody. He didn't get hurt. He didn't not wake up. Finally, Mary simply forced herself into the chair next to Moody's bed. Hopefully it wouldn't be too long now.. and she had ran out of other things to do. Eventually, Mary simply resorted to talking to Moody. They said some times it helped to wake a person up. "You did good, sir," Mary whispered hoarsely. It was hard for her to see her new mentor in this sort of state. "You did really good. And don't worry.. the Healers here will get you all fixed up. And who needs both eyes anyways? Maybe they can grow you back another eye. Perhaps Dumbledore has some trick up his sleeve." Mary sighed softly. "Just keep fighting for now, yeah? I know it hurts and it's going to hurt for a while, but you need to deal with it for now. You're stronger than this." What was she saying? Her voice was so faint she doubted he'd hear her anyways. "And your new nose suits your face well." Mary shook her head and leaned back in her chair, giving up. But.. wait. Did she just see his finger move slightly!? Mary was at the edge of her seat again. "Sir, I know you can do this. You just need a little encouraging, huh? Well, I'm here and I know the others are chomping to get here too. We just need you to wake up and come join the party." |