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Dean Thomas (artisgratia) wrote in pandorarpg,

Dean was hopeful. While his hand wasn't coming along like he'd hoped, the rest of his progress had been pretty good and there was talk of him getting out the next day, provided he came in for continued therapy and took it easy at home. It was also suggested that he not attend many - if any - of the festival events the coming weekend, but Dean had barely responded to that. He wasn't sure if Seamus even wanted to go. For Merlin's sake they still had a funeral to finish planning.

He looked out the window nearest his bed and sighed. One more night in this place and he could go home. Just one more day to get through and then the night. he was so lost in his thoughts he didn't realise someone had come in until a very familiar voice addressed him. Dean turned and managed a smile when he saw Parvati. "Merlin, is it good to see you, Vati." he rolled his left shoulder in a shrug. "I think I've been being a difficult patient of late. No one wants to report that."