r.a.b. (reg) wrote in epiloguesic, @ 2015-05-12 08:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, character: isadora stebbins, character: regulus black, date: 1984-may |
you better get yourself together soon.
WHO: Regulus Black & Isadora Stebbins
WHAT: Unspeakable and Healer, patching up some of the damage.
WHEN: May 11th, later in the day
WHERE: St. Mungo's
WARNING: tba
STATUS: In-progress
They were quick to respond, at least. The Portkey had been promptly set up, the site cordoned off, and the survivors transported en masse to St. Mungo’s, each of them assigned their own Healer for review. Which is how Regulus Black found himself waiting in an examination room of the familiar Spell Damage ward (his most common haunt apart from Artefact Accidents): hands folded neatly between his knees, hunched over, staring at the tile floor. His fingers were curled around his wand, holding it loosely within his grip, unthinking; it just felt better to have it close to hand. He wasn’t all that hurt—he couldn’t call himself properly injured, not after what the subjects had gone through, not after the sprawled and broken bodies of the guards—but the Ministry would always cross its T’s and dot its I’s, and when injured in the line of duty, sent their employees off for healing. So Regulus tried not to notice the throb of the cut in his skull (hastily repaired, a temporary job), the potential concussion, the burn withering on his ribs. It didn’t count. Not really. The man still looked a little stunned and hollow-eyed when the door finally opened and the Healer entered. |