Who: Hestia Jones & Fabian Prewett. What: Hestia is having a breakdown, and has something to tell Fabian. Where: The Hospital-- Megan’s room. When: Very early monday morning/very late sunday night.
Hestia was anxious when she realized her daughter was here, but it had only gotten worse when she found out that her daughter was in the hospital. She didn’t know what to expect, people were talking about war and detentions and with each new ominous message her heart jumped until she’d run the entire way to the hospital.
When she got there, when she finally saw her daughter, she thought she might have a heart attack. The healer had told her about the nerve damage done by prolonged exposure to crucio, as well as lacerations, bruises, other incidental injuries. Hestia couldn’t believe her eyes as she looked over her daughter’s sleeping form. She hardly wanted to touch the girl, for fear of causing her more pain. So she sat on a chair, pressed up close to the bed and cried. She cried for a long time, until her tears wouldn’t come anymore, and her entire body shook. She didn’t know what she was doing while this had gone on, or why she’d put her daughter in a position like this, because it hadn’t happened for her yet. She couldn’t breathe.
And then Fabian said he would come sit with her, and that just made things worse. She had to tell him, she knew he did, but she could barely keep it together in that moment. And she knew she couldn’t really stop him from coming. When the door opened, Hestia had scrambled to her feet, as if she were going to shield her daughter from whoever was coming into the room. Her body didn’t relax when she saw Fabian. Her chest tightened and she felt like she was about to fall over. She moved towards him.
“Hey,” She said softly, rubbing at her already dry eyes.