RP: Empty Shell When: April 6th, 2004 Who: Lavender Brown, Susan Bones Where: St. Mungo's Private/Public: Private-ish Rating: All Ages Summary: Lavender thinks. Or doesn't think. Mostly not-thinking.
Lavender was half-asleep. Or maybe she was completely awake and just too dead inside to actually focus on anything. If she'd wanted to move, she couldn't. The Healers had cast another spell to immobilise her legs and keep them still as magic worked on healing the shredded in tendons in her knees. On top of that, she was so cut up from hexes and re-opened scars that she was either covered in bandages or her skin was so new and sore that it hurt to stretch it.
Regardless, she'd been panicked when she had awoken, feeling as trapped as she had with that monster looming over her. Lavender wasn't sure whether it was a memory or not, but she'd screamed when the Healer had tried to change the dressings on the Greyback scars. Maybe she'd screamed, maybe she hadn't. Maybe she'd screamed last night. Lavender looked down at her broken nails; she didn't so, struggling to catch her breath for a moment before her body seemed to realise there wasn't an arm wrapped around her throat.
Maybe she could have done more to fight back.
Maybe she should have begged.
They'd brought in Healer Salus to see to her after that and, half-asleep as she was, it was possibly the first time that Lavender had been glad to see her. She'd changed the dressings, sorted out the food that they'd tried to send her - even if Lavender couldn't eat a bite - before giving her a Calming Draught.
Maybe that was why she wasn't quite awake.
Right now she was alone and she didn't like it at all. Except she didn't really want anyone with her now, either. She didn't know what she wanted, except maybe just to sleep and block out the world for a while. She was safe here, even if she didn't completely believe it. A low sigh escaped her and Lavender raised a hand to touch her cheek. She felt the tears on her face, realising finally that she was crying.