Alex Weasley (notyourfred) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-10-27 10:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 10, character: fred alex weasley, character: george weasley, character: margot mckinnon |
RP: Alex and Margot, joined by George.
Who: Alex and npc Healer, joined by Margot and George
Where: St. Mungo's
When: 27 October, 2025
Summary: Unwrapped for good.
"What can you see? Anything? Just relax. Don't try to focus..."
Alex took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to relax, like she said, this faceless Healer with the warm hands and the round voice. She'd come to remove the dressings, evaluating the product of the hex once more time before pronouncing the wounds closed enough to leave uncovered. They were dry, and red, she'd told him, but no longer open or weeping, and not a trace of the hex remained.
"At least I can have a real shower now," he'd told her, and she'd chuckled in that warm, throaty way she had.
And now he lay, trying to relax which resulted in him being less relaxed than he'd ever been, struggling not to focus.
Alex opened his eyes.
Nothing. Worse and deeper than dark. A complete void of anything.
"No," he whispered. "Nothing." Something warm touched just under his eye, then traced a line to his temple. He lifted a hand to brush it away and was startled to find his fingers wet. "Am I bleeding?"
"It's a tear. It's a good sign, actually. You've not had tears. The potions help keep your eyes from drying out. Maybe we won't need so many drops now."
He felt the tingle of magic as she ran through the routine of Charms and Diagnostic Spells, checking everything that everyone checked every single time they saw him, then a warm touch that brushed his hair off his forehead. "It's a start, Alex," she told him gently. "The wounds are healing. Your eyes are making tears. They're still making changes to the potions to help restore your vision and we're not giving up on you."
Alex nodded, lip tight between his teeth, then turned his face to the wall. It didn't matter that he couldn't see her. He didn't want to look at her.
She sighed gently. "It might itch more now without the dressings," she told him, and he felt a tiny bottle press into his palm. "You can use this anytime it does. It's a healing oil, and you can't overuse it. Just touch your fingers to the opening, then to your face. It only takes a drop or two."
Alex ran his thumb over the top, and the small bottle flipped open. He pressed the top closed and nodded. Later. If it itched. He turned back toward the wall.
It was probably stupid to have hoped to see anything, even a pinprick of light, but he'd hoped, just the same. Hoped and waited, aching to see something, anything, but there'd been nothing at all...
"Alex..." Her voice was quiet, and uncertain.
Alex waved her away. "Just go. Leave me alone. Please."
Her hand met his shoulder for a warm, gentle squeeze, then he heard her shoes squeak softly as she left the room.
Alex made sure the tiny bottle was tightly closed before tucking it into his pocket, then lay back onto the pillows. His fingertips moved over his skin, touching and tracing the cobweb of dry lines that crisscrossed his face. A rough twist bisected his eyebrow and he snorted softly, fingers finding the spot where his piercing had been. He wondered only briefly if a Summoning charm would find the tiny silver ring in the grass under the willow, before turning to the wall again, pulling the blanket over his head.