Lorcan Scamander (lorcanx) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-02-17 10:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 02, character: albus potter, character: dylan vaisey, character: lorcan scamander |
RP: Lorcan, Dylan (+Open)
Who: Lorcan, Dylan, (anyone who would like to visit Lori, just tag a subject line)
Where: St. Mungos
When: 17 February, 2025, morning
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Visiting hours.
Three days in the hospital as a patient was enough. They'd finally let him have books, though he hadn't done much more than stare at the same page for hours. He kept thinking back to Sunday, and knew he'd made a mistake. He shouldn't have signed anything, but it had been so hard to think with the Malfoys around.
He felt like the world's biggest idiot. He'd just had to have pizza, and now people were dead and Scorpius was paying the price. He hurt everyone around him, and the Malfoys were right. Scorpius would be better off without him. If he survived this.
He had to survive this.
"Well Scamander, I'd say you'll be ready to go home tomorrow. How's the head?"
Lorcan looked up at the Healer, and managed a tired grin. "It's fine. I'm ready to go home." He was ready to go back to work too, but had been told he needed to rest for the week before even thinking about stepping back into the hospital.
The Healer patted his leg, ran a few more diagnostic spells, and then left him to his book. He couldn't concentrate on it though, too consumed with guilt and worry to focus. A small part of him, that sounded a lot like Sandy, insisted that this hadn't been his fault, but he knew better. It had been his idea to go to that restaurant enough times to allow someone to follow them. It had been his inability to defend himself that hadn't let Scorpius react in time. The Malfoys were right to blame him. He blamed himself.
He turned a page in the book, though he hadn't read any of it, and looked up as the door opened. He was expecting Sandy, but surprised and quietly pleased to see Dylan.
"Hi," he said, putting the book aside and struggling to a better sitting position, ignoring the lingering pain in his stomach. The potions were working slowly, but they were effective at blocking most of the pain. "What brings you by?"