RP: Thank God! Characters: Severus, poking Mercy, if she wakes up any time soon... Time/Date: Oct. 22, morning Location: Their suite Warnings/Rating: Sev being a sullen arse Summary: Someone is relieved, even if the other someone is still asleep Status: Complete
"Sev! Sev, they aren't dead! Check her room!"
Severus rolled over with a groan at hearing the words. Lily's voice -- Lily's excited voice -- but he was sure it was all a dream. A pleasant dream, no doubt, but a dream, nonetheless. They couldn't be back. They were dead. There was no way they could have survived. No way.
And yet ... and yet, something akin to hope rose up in his chest, regardless, because ... well, he felt a bit groggy, and he had a headache, and those two things usually went hand-in-hand with having been drugged the night before. So that meant their captors had been in his room, but it might all have been a ruse.
They might have returned Blake, whole and unharmed, but not Mercy, and they might have drugged him just to give him a bit of false hope. But there was only one way to find out. He pushed himself up to sitting with another groan, both wanting to check and not wanting to get his hopes up. He was still fully dressed from when he'd gone to bed two days before, since he hadn't bothered to shower or change or get out of bed at all, other than to have a cup of tea and use the loo. Yes, he'd promised Lily that he would try to eat, and he had tried, but he couldn't stomach a bite.
When he exited his bedroom, Severus froze. The desk he'd overturned had been righted, and not one, but two laptops sat atop. One dented, one not. His mobile still lay shattered on the floor, however, and he pulled his wand. "Reparo," he whispered, and the thing repaired itself, before he summoned it to his hand.
But he still wasn't convinced. So he turned toward what would have been Mercy's room. "Homenum revelio," he said, and the door glowed briefly yellow, before the light faded. So there was someone in there, even if it wasn't necessarily Mercy.
Taking a deep, he made his way to the door and reached for the knob with a shaking hand. He swallowed, turned the knob, and gently opened the door. And there she was. Severus inhaled a shuddering breath and pressed his hand to his mouth, as tears once more sprang to his eyes. She was alive. Granted, this might not even be his Mercy. It might have been another Mercy entirely, who didn't know him, but he was still immensely relieved to see the rise and fall of her chest.
After watching her for a few seconds, he backed out of the room then, closing the door quietly behind him. Then he went back to his own room for some clean clothes, followed by the loo, to shower and shave. For some reason, looking presentable had suddenly become important again, even if food still was not high on his list of priorities.