Nora Travers probably hates you (its_nora) wrote in fiftyfourdiagon, @ 2016-07-01 23:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: clint warrington, char: lenora macallister |
Who: Nora and Clint
What: Things and stuff
Where: St Mungo's
When: Very, very, very late on the 1st
Rating: Low
Nora... well, it was safe to say the last nearly 39 hours were a definite blur. From the time Travis had taken her until now, he had made damn sure to keep her doped up on Muggle opiates, shooting her full of dose after dose of heroin until the point she nearly couldn't breathe on her own. The one time she managed to nearly regain herself about 19 hours in, he had punched her, bullied her around, and shot her up again. It was all a haze, to be honest. Place to place, person to person. She vaguely remembered some of them from her past, but more importantly, she wasn't capable of running away, as much as she wanted. Most of the time she spent staring at the ceiling. She heard him talking to her, her arms heavy, her entire body unable to escape as he took what he wanted from her. She could still feel his skin against hers, his breath on her skin...
She tried not to remember it. He had nearly OD'ed her, only because she was determined to get away, but it seemed he was prepared for that reaction...
By the time Fin burst in and Travis ran, she barely knew what was happening. Mungo's was a blur. She heard things about emergency detox spells. About having to be healed for a bad dislocated shoulder that hadn't been reset right, a broken bone under her eye, several ribs that were bruised. It was mostly the drugs that would take time to get out of her system.... She fell asleep. At one point she remembered Fin, hugging him, falling back asleep. The same with Nic. Consciousness was there, but difficult to achieve for long.
She was tired. Worn down. Beaten. But for now she was safe.
For now. She had also heard he had gotten away, but that terrified her...
Opening her eyes, she looked around her room, noticing a familiar figure. One she had thought about... missed.
"Hey.." she said groggily, "What are you doing here?"