Ronan Derrick (![]() ![]() @ 2009-11-03 10:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 11, character: ben goldstein, dead character: ronan derrick |
RP: I'm not that hurt
Who: Ronan, Ben
Where: St. Mungo's
When: Early morning, November 3, 2024
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Ronan was injured, but refuses to admit how bad it is
They brought him to St. Mungo's still naked and bleeding. He tried to stop them, because he could manage himself, but no one was listening to him. He had forgot how protective Aurors could be of one another. He knew it was essential in the field, but he liked it less when the attention was focused on him. He wasn't that hurt. In fact, he was sure that without the blood loss and the stress of the transformation, he would have been just fine. Too bad he had a bunch of psychos to arrest.
He saw Healers and mediwizards, all telling him things that he knew all ready. It would take longer to heal, the blood replenishing potions wouldn't work as fast because the wounds were still open, there'd be scars, blah, blah, blah. Ronan had tuned them out pretty quickly, since he knew his body better than they did. He just wanted to get his stash of potions and go home so he could sleep.
He was thinking on how he could arrange to be discharged when Ben arrived into his room. Fuck, someone had told him. Ronan had hoped to be out of here without Ben knowing anything. He turned his head and smiled at his lover. "Don't look like that. I'm fine, and you didn't have to come."