Who: Circe and Antonin Dolohov. What: Circe is in the hospital thanks to being attacked and she's going to wake up a little confused. [yes I'm a thread whore shush] When: Very late night 7th into early morning of the 8th. Where: St. Mungo's Hospital. Rating/Status: tbd/incomplete.
Everything came back in a painful rush as Circe laid unconscious in the bed, unaware of the things going on around her. She could hear what happened in her mind as her body began to find awareness once more after hours of the hospital staff working to repair the damage though many thought it was in vain. Very few however dared give up especially once Antonin Dolohov was made aware of the situation his wife was in by his son. When he arrived it was tense in the area they had Circe and even more so when he began asking questions and demanding answers that none could give except that it was not a good prognosis and he should prepare for the worst should it come to pass.
However after hours, Circe still lay unconscious with no signs of improvement causing the hospital staff to fear for the worst. Circe’s case was a tragic one because she lost the baby she had been so happy for. It was stillborn during her hemorrhaging and they weren’t able to save its life, but the mother they had been close to saving and well they left the choice up to Antonin at first when they still could save one but nature chose for them, choosing the mother’s life. Of course Antonin was informed of the event before he was allowed to see Circe once she was placed in the room she was finally placed in, for as long as they needed her to be.
It was late, very late in fact when Circe started coming around. It wasn’t fast, it started very slow but her fingers began to twitch slightly and after some effort her breathing changed to show she was trying to wake though it was a struggle that she didn’t win at first eventually falling back asleep again. Sometime later perhaps the process started all over again, Circe however this time, allowing her eyes to flutter several times as she tried to wake up from the potions they’d given her to force her into a peaceful/relaxed state.
The smells were different; anyone would notice that, from where she was used to being and where she had been. The sounds were startling, frightening even, because none of this was what she remembered or expected from her original goal. She was supposed to be with Fenrir but instead—where was she?
Circe’s eyes fluttered open and at first everything was blurry making her panic because none of it was familiar but a voice, one she knew spoke and though it was distant and muffled she heeded it and calmed down enough to lay back. But her eyes didn’t close she instead looked around her still, trying to make sense of things. What happened to her? She went to speak but found she couldn’t, not easily anyway, her throat was tight, sore and she felt as if well? It had been torn open. Her abdomen didn’t feel any better.
Finally her gaze started clearing up in time to see a smaller body go running from the room but she didn’t recognize it at first as her son, instead she began to panic. She saw the hospital, she felt different, and she was starting to panic. What was going on? Was her baby safe? Was her son? Where was Fenrir? Did her dream of the attack really happen? What was she doing there?
But then she looked up and saw a familiar face enter the room; Antonin.
She gave him a VERY confused look as she stared into his eyes. Genuine confusion for once entering them instead of the lie she lived for so long. “An—tonin?” The word cut off as she forced it out in a soft and fragile way. Her throat tightened making her hurt as she laid there actually panicking. Why didn’t she remember this? What was happening to her?
Tears started to fall through her panic as it began to show, her nails digging into her blanket as she held it against her trying in vain to find some comfort there. “W-why?” The word whispered out because she was confused, she wanted him to explain. Did she remember what happened? Circe shook her head at her husband, the look on her face and in her eyes showing she wasn’t lying to him about that. The worst part was? A she laid there a feeling of dread moved over her. What if Fenrir really had attacked her? What if he really did try and kill her.
Her gaze moved to her husband’s as more tears fell and slowly her hand lifted and reached for him. He was her only comfort, her only safety now if that was really true. How could she return to someone who tried to kill her?