Nona Kinlan Yaxley (nona_kinlan) wrote in itwillhaveblood, @ 2010-06-13 00:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | - 1980 june, decima yaxley, nona yaxley |
Who: Nona and Decima
Where: Hogsmeade/their flat
When: end of the battle
Rating: R
Status: Complete - log
"Deci!" Nona screamed, grabbing her sister up into her arms and apparating away from the battle. She would deal with the repercussions of desertion later. There were more important things to take care of. Her sister needed her. "Oh gods, Deci," she said when they arrived back in their flat. Flinging her mask off her face, Nona lifted her sister up into her arms and toted her off to her bedroom. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes as she setting Decima on the bed. "Please, Deci, please wake up!"
Decima felt like she was hit by a freight train, quite literally too. Everything felt like it was in a fog, with all sounds echoing vaguely through her mind. Her head ached beyond belief. It hurt so bad she wanted to scream, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. And her body ached too. She felt heavy and couldn't muster up the energy to move or think. Everything was happening in slow motion, but before she realized where she was or what was happening, she did, in fact, attempt to scream, but nothing came out but a little squeak, which took all of her energy. Refusing to open her eyes, the best Decima could do was whimper softly in pain.
A gasp escaped her lips when she heard her sister's whimper, and ignoring her own pain, Nona grabbed her wand and began checking her over. Deci's clothing was all but removed as her sister checked her over, recognizing bruising patterns consistent with a few cracked ribs, as she'd had the same not to long ago. "Deci?" she asked, touching her sister's forehead gently. "Deci can you hear me?"
Her head was pounding. She hardly had the chance to notice the broken ribs because the pain from her head wouldn't allow her to comprehend anything else. She could sense someone fussing over her, though she still refused to open her eyes. When trying to think about it, Decima couldn't recall what even happened to make her feel this awful. She opened her mouth slowly. It was dry and made it hard to talk above a scratchy whisper. "Nona?"
"Oh, sweetheart," Nona said, touching Decima's head gently. That was when she noticed the blood on the pillow behind her head. "Oh my god!" she cried. "You must have hit your head! Oh gods, Deci, I don't know what to do." Nona was good in a crisis, but when her little sister was hurt, she was completely lost. Tears no streaming down her face, Nona took off to the bathroom and grabbed every potion she could get her hands on. "Deci, I'll wrap your ribs up later, but right now I need to deal with your head. I know this is going to hurt, but I need to roll you over so I can stop the bleeding, okay?"
Decima took the short period of time to rest as Nona seemed to fuss about. There was one thing that she couldn't comprehend, and that was what had happened and why Nona hadn't taken her to a hospital. It was a logical conclusion, and unlike her sister, she had no reason to avoid medical attention, but Decima didn't have the energy to argue. At the idea of moving though, she stiffened. "No," she begged softly choking back a sob. "It... hurts so bad. Please.." It was then that she forced her eyes open. She gave a pleading look at Nona before sighing as if giving her permission.
"Baby I know it hurts but I don't have a choice. The bleeding is slow but it has to be stopped," Nona said, placing one hand on her sister's head and placing the other beneath her back. She slowly turned her over and grabbed for the cloth she'd brought from the bathroom. Pressing it against Deci's head, Nona applied pressure while grabbing her wand and siphoning away the blood so it wouldn't clot and get in the way. "I'm so sorry, love," she said. "What the hell were you doing there anyway? I should have told you to stay away from there today. But I didn't think. . . I'm so sorry, sweetie."
Decima groaned at the pressure. It was too much. It hurt too much. Decima bit her lip so hard, it also began to bleed. If there was one major difference between herself and Nona, it was that Decima was horrible when it came to injury. Aside from when she was very little, she rarely ever got hurt (aside from paper cuts, of course) so she was a complete baby about injuries. She didn't have a high pain threshold either. "Got my first pay from Gringott's..." she said slowly, swallowing hard. "Wanted to get myself a dress."
Nona gave a small smile as she continued to put pressure on the wound. She was going to give it a few minutes before she checked the bleeding. "I'll bet it was a very pretty dress," she said. "Think about the dress. Tell me about the dress. What color was it?" she asked. She wanted to get Deci's mind off the pain. She knew the dress had been left behind, so maybe if she knew what it looked like she could go buy it again for her sister.
Decima frowned slightly trying to remember exactly what the dress looked like. She remembered getting her galleons and Apparating to Hogsmeade, but she couldn't really remember much after that. She couldn't recall what store she had gone in to, how long she spent there nor how she got hurt. She didn't remember anything about the events that went on either. "I don't know," she admitted after a while. "I can't remember."
"That's okay," Nona said, rubbing her sister's arm gently. "Maybe you'll remember later. We can go back to Hogsmeade and find you another pretty dress." Pulling the cloth back gently, Nona checked to see if the bleeding had stopped. "Well, look at that," she said softly. "The bleeding has stopped. I'm going to rub some ointment on the skin okay? This might hurt, but it'll stitch you up." Reaching for a bottle of cream, she took a good finger full and rubbed it on her sister's head. Slowly, the skin began to stitch together, shiny, new skin in its place. "You might have a small scar," she said. "But that's the least of your worries. You've probably cracked your head or something. You'll have to take it easy for a little while. I don't have any potions for bone mending, but I can go to the apothecary and get some."
Decima frowned. "Why did this happen?" she demanded, wincing as Nona rubbed the ointment on. It burned and made her eyes tear up, but the pain became more dull rather than stabbing as it was before. It gave Decima time to focus on how much her chest her now. She forced her eyes open though. "Don't leave me."
Nodding, Nona took her sister's hand and gave it a squeeze. "I won't, sweetie. I'm right here. I'll owl Danny or someone. Have them brig a bone mending potion. i won't leave your side. Promise. I'll have to wrap up your ribs, but that can wait just a bit." She sighed and touched Deci's forehead, moving to the other side of the bed to hold her more closely. "There was an attack," she said. "That's what happened. The Dark Lord ordered us to attack Hogsmeade, while the students were there. Cause some mayhem and all that. You must have gotten hit by a stray blast. Gods, I had no idea you were going to be there or I would have told you not to go."
Decima sighed to herself. She couldn't really move even if she wanted to. Her ribs were killing her, and her head had resumed it's pounding. It was hard to breathe and even harder to try to comprehend what happened. For all she knew, Nona's stray blast could have hit her or one of Nona's friends. It probably was a fellow Death Eater. "He ordered you to hurt children?" She couldn't understand why Nona wanted to be a part of such a group.
"Not the students. The others. The Aurors. There was this other group there as well. Masked as we were. We're just trying to bring our Lord to his proper place." Reaching beside her, Nona grabbed a pain relieving potion and uncorked the top, holding to her sister's lips. "Drink this," she said. "It'll help with the pain."
Decima didn't understand her sister's motives nor her alliance to this person she called her Lord. While Decima was a Pureblood, her alliance to the Pureblood community wasn't as steadfast as her sister's. She didn't have the same calling, she guessed. "It tastes bad," she complained at the pain potion. She regonized the smell of the potion. "Should we go to the hospital?"
"I know it tastes bad, but it'll make you feel better," Nona said putting the bottle aside once it was empty. "And no hospitals. For one, it'll be crowded today and your injuries aren't life threatening. You would still be waiting. And they would ask questions, questions I don't want to answer. Don't worry. I've taken care of injuries worse than this and I'm perfectly fine. So will you." Touching her hair gently, Nona kissed Decima's temple and sighed, her breath catching and tears coming up again. "I'm sorry," she said again. "I'm supposed to be protecting you and here you are getting hurt."
Decima sighed again. She really couldn't understand Nona's adversion to hospitals. People trained for years for injuries like these. It would have taken a few minutes in the Spell Damages ward to mend Decima and she could have been on her way, but now she would take days to recover if not a couple weeks. "I don't know how you can blame yourself."
"Because you're my baby sister and I'm supposed to protect you," Nona said. "I'm supposed to keep you safe. I promised Mum, when you moved out of the house. I promised her I wouldn't let anything happen to you. And I failed."
Decima frowned. "A lot of bad things have happened to me," she replied. "That you couldn't have prevented. You couldn't have kept people from robbing me. Or from work being slow. Or even from this fucking headache of a nightmare. I don't know why you put so much pressure on yourself to protect me. I'm not young anymore." She whimpered then. "My head is killing me."
"I put pressure on myself because I don't want to lose another sister," Nona said firmly. "I want you safe. I want you to live for a long, long time, understand?" Laying next to her sister, Nona held her hand gently. "I know it hurts. But don't fall asleep, okay? You need to rest, but no sleeping. Got it?"
She knew their sister's death still haunted Nona. Again, Decima didn't know why she blamed herself, but that wasn't a subject she wanted to broach. At the idea of not sleeping, Decima frowned again. "I'm so tired, Nons," she whispered. "I just want to sleep, but the pain is relentless." She sighed. "I just want to sleep."
"No sleeping, not for a little while longer, alright?" Nona said, sitting up a bit. "If you go to sleep now you might not wake up. Trust me. Just stay awake for a little while longer. I'm going to go owl the apothecary, okay? I'll request a bone mending potion be send immediately. Will you be alright for five minutes while I go fetch Penelope to send the letter?"
"I'll be fine," Decima promised with her eyes closed still. She needed something that was going to take the pain and discomfort away, and the pain potion hadn't kicked in yet. But when Nona left and the room was silent, save for the buzzing in her ears, the dizziness and darkness consumed her and it wasn't long before Decima couldn't fight the feeling anymore. Despite her promise, she fell into a light sleep.
It didn't take long for Nona to send her owl off with a list of potions for the apothecary. Then she moved to the bathroom to take care of her own injuries. The bruises would heal in time, but she needed to wrap up her ankle. She'd been walking on it long enough, and needed to wrap it tight to keep the swelling down. Soon she walked back into Deci's bedroom and instantly ran to her side. "Decima!" she cried. "Wake up! I told you not to go to sleep, dammit!"
But Decima didn't wake up. All of the screaming and shaking or any other means meant to wake her up just wouldn't. She had slipped into some sort of deep sleep, which Decima wasn't even opposed to because sleep was good for you, right? In fact, Decima didn't wake up for a few hours at best. But when she did wake up, the potion had worn off, and her head still ached, as well as her body. She couldn't comprehend where she was or why she hurt. Anything discussed immediately following the accident had been forgotten. Deci tried to sit up, but cried out into the darkness in pain due to her head and ribs.
When she wasn't able to wake her sister, Nona dropped to the floor and cried. It had happened again. She'd lost another sister. Only this time there wasn't anyone to blame but herself. She should have warned Decima about the attack, kept her as far away from it as possible. Now she was sleeping and Nona didn't know how to wake her up. Sinking to the floor, Nona put her head on her knees and cried. What was she supposed to do now? Her baby sister might never come back to her. The cry brought her out of her stupor, though, and in an instant she was by Deci's side. "Deci!"
Decima winced at the cry. "Not so loud," she muttered. "I have a wicked headache." When she tried to sit up again, she cried out in pain once more. What was going on? "Nona? What's wrong with me? Everything hurts. I feel like I slammed into a tree."
"Lay back," Nona said frantically, gently pushing her sister back down on the bed. "Just lie down. Do you not remember what happened? You were in Hogsmeade. The Death Eaters were attacking. You got hit with something, hit a wall, fell down. I brought you home."
Decima frowned at her sister. "Attacked?" she questioned as she fell back to the pillows with a sigh of relief. It was hard to breathe just lying there lifelessly, but it hurt too much to move. She moaned to herself. "Damnit, I just wanted a dress too."
"I know," Nona said, reaching for the bandages, bruise paste, and another pain potion next to the bed. "You told me, but I guess you don't remember that either." Sighing, she touched her sister's head. "If you want to sit up, I can bandage your ribs. You're bruised up and probably cracked a few."
"It hurts to move," she said softly. It really was no secret that Decima hated being hurt, being in pain or seeing anyone else in pain. She didn't do well around blood or injury. She panicked and didn't know what to do. "We talked? Why don't I remember this? I don't even remember if I actually got a dress."
Nona grinned and patted her arm. "We had a whole conversation," she said. "You couldn't remember what the dress looked like though. You said it was your first pay day, and you wanted to buy something pretty." Sitting up straight, she looked pointedly at her sister. "Now come on. Sit up. I know it hurts, but the quicker you do, the quicker I can wrap you up and have you laying down again."
Decima groaned but agreed to sit up, though she couldn't help but cry out when she did sit up. She was so tired and so hurt. "I'm sure you're laughing at me internally," she commented as she winced at the paste and bandaging. "This is probably nothing compared to what you see, but I'm not tough like you. I can't stand being hurt."
"I'm not laughing at all. You helped me with these same injuries just a few weeks ago, remember? I know how much this hurts." Lifting her sister's shirt, she started smearing paste on her bruises before beginning the wrapping process. "I'm sorry if this hurts. I'm so sorry about this whole thing. You never should have been there. I should have warned you about today."
Decima bit her lip from crying out at the pressure on her sides. Broken ribs were things that Decima had never experienced before and hoped to never experience again. "I think whether you want to admit it or not, you know where your loyalty lies. It's no longer to your family, Nona. It's to these people. If your loyalty was to your family, you would have warned all of us but you didn't."
"My loyalty lies with the Dark Lord, Decima," Nona said, pulling the wrapping around her body one more time. "But my love lies with you. If I had any idea you were going to be there today I would have stopped you. But it was supposed to be a secret, I wasn't supposed to tell anyone."
"Can you really separate love and loyalty like that? You can't have competing things that you love and are loyal to," Decima mused softly as Nona finished bandaging her. "I feel like I don't even know you anymore. There's such a big part of your life that I can't be a part of, and I just have this fear of it slowly taking over the other part of your life."
Nona sighed and shook her head. "I'm a Death Eater. I made the decision to join their ranks many years ago. I know you don't approve, and I'm sorry for that. I can't give an explanation. Nor do I want to. It's just who I am, and I can't ask you to do anything but accept me for who I am. I love you, Deci. And I hate myself that this happened to you. I was so scared when you were sleeping. I told you not to sleep." The tears were returning, but this time there was more anger behind them. "I thought I was losing you."
"I was tired," she replied with a shrug. She didn't really remember much, but she was still tired. "I am tired. I want to go back to sleep. Don't cry. You won't lose me." Decima eased back to her laying position once her middle was wrapped, not even bothering to attempt to put her shirt back on. It was too much effort. "I'm guessing you won't let me sleep now either?"
"I think that you can sleep," she said. "You woke up this time. I think you'll be alright. I've owled for bone mending potion, so I'll wake you when it arrives, alright?"
Decima frowned. "My head might hurt too much to sleep," she confessed. "It feels like someone is pounding on it with a hammer." She sighed. "Was anyone else hurt?" She frowned deeper. "Was that your goal?"
Nona shrugged. "I don't know what our goal was. I'm not close enough to the Dark Lord to know his exact plans. I just know my orders. My orders were to defend against those who would try to stop us. I don't know about other injuries. I hurt my ankle, but I got out of there as soon as I saw you were hurt. I'll probably get in trouble for it."
Decima frowned. "You'll get in trouble for saving a family member? What did he want you to do, leave me lying in a pool of my own blood?" She couldn't comprehend this person that Nona took orders from. It was ridiculous! "If you are hurt, you should see a Healer."
"It's just a sprain," Nona said. "I wrapped it. It's fine. Don't worry." She sighed and shook her head. "I won't get in trouble for helping you. I'll get in trouble for taking off without telling anyone. I've got to owl and check in so they know I wasn't captured."
Decima sighed to herself. She was tired, but now she was afraid to sleep and was restless, but it hurt to move. She was in quite the dilemma. "You should keep your leg elevated," she commented. "How long ago was this attack? Have you not owled yet?"
"I was a little bit distracted," Nona said. "Worrying about you and all. I'll go owl right now. Just give me a second." Leaving the bedroom, Nona went back to the living room, finding Penelope perched on the desk, a parcel from the apothecary sitting next to her. "Thank you, sweetie," she said, giving the owl a treat. "But I've got one more owl for you to send." Quickly, she wrote an owl explaining herself and sent it off, then took the parcel back to Deci's room. "Your potions are here."
Decima lifted her head slightly. "You know I hate potions," she said softly before laying her head back down. Her middle hurt, but it was her head that was the man culprit of her pain. She felt her stomach churn at the idea of more potions. "You shouldn't be walking about like this on your bad ankle."
"Yes, but I'll bet you hate being in pain much more," Nona said, straightening out her sister's shirt before settling in in bed with her. "And don't worry about my ankle. It's just a sprain, and not a bad one. I'm fine."
"I worry, it's what I do," she replied softly as Nona fussed over her just like she was a little kid again. Sadly, it felt nice for someone to fuss over her. Unlike Nona, Decima rather enjoyed the fussing. Hopefully Nona would be able to stay home with her while she was recovering. "Well, it's a sprain and you shouldn't be walking on it. That's how injuries work."
"Then I'll just sit here," Nona said with a grin. "I'll sit here and take care of both of our injuries. How about that?"
"That sounds good," Decima said as she closed her eyes. "We'll both be house-bound for a while. It's a good thing you have me to take care of you."
Nona smiled and laid her head on her sister's shoulders, chuckling gently. "We'll see who takes care of who more, alright?"
Decima exhaled and smirked. "Well considering I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to move again," she started but trailed off. "It was a good thing you were there. I don't know what would have happened to me if you hadn't seen me."
"We're not going to think about it," Nona said with a head shake. "And you well be able to move again, you'll be fine. Promise. I've had these same injuries, and I'm fine." Closing her eyes, Nona settled in. "It's all going to be okay.”
"You're always fine though," Decima pointed out. How many times had she seen her sister come home injured or covered with blood only to be fine the next day? "You can't compare yourself to me. We're very different. And I'm not great with injury like you are. This is a big set back for me."
Nona sighed and shook her head. "I don't want to talk about it again," she said. "It always comes back to stuff like this. You'll be fine. I'll take care of you in a few days, and then you'll be ready to go back to work."
Decima groaned then. "I'm supposed to work tomorrow!" she remembered suddenly. In fact, she worked straight for the next two weeks. And she needed the money. And she didn't want to face the goblins and tell them she couldn't come or deal with trying to find a substitute. "I have to go."
"Then you'll have to load up on potions," Nona said. "And don't move around too much. Your head and ribs will still be hurting." She didn't want her to go to work. Deci needed rest, and as much of it as she could get, but Nona knew how she felt about her financial situation, so short of chaining her to her bed she didn't know what to do.
Decima sighed. "I don't know if I could find a sub," she explained. "I can't even think about it. My head hurts too much. I don't want to move ever. Crazy, isn't it? I bet you were considering hexing me to the bed."
"Just for a moment," Nona said with a grin. "But you'd find some way to escape. I'll come by and check on you, alright?"
Decima sighed and nodded slowly. "Maybe I can call in sick," she mused to herself. She was so tired, plus a lazy day with her sister sounded delightful after a good night's rest. "I'll see how I feel tomorrow, I guess. I have a good excuse..."
"Mmmhmm," Nona nodded. "You have a fantastic excuse. See how you feel in the morning, if you need to call in sick you should. I'm sure they'll understand."