Severus Snape (brewingdeceit) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-04-11 22:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | lily evans, severus snape |
WHO: Severus Snape and Lily Evans
WHAT: A vigil at his beloved's bed finally comes to an end
WHEN: 10 PM
WHERE: The hospital where Lily was taken following the hit and run.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
Ever since Lily's accident, Severus had yet to leave her bedside. Not even when a nurse had showed up the first night and insisted he had to go did he budge. In fact, he calmly informed the meddlesome woman that he would hex her if she so much as tried to make him leave. She hadn't appreciated the threat, but apparently something in his voice made her listen and she left. A few moments after that they had rolled in a cot for him to sleep on and, while Severus appreciated the rare act of kindness, he'd yet to use it.
His laptop computer (he'd received it as payment from a man whom he'd helped restore to full health with a simple healing draught) was resting idly on the floor. The low hum of the device mixed with the constant beeps of various machines attached to Lily to monitor her progress, were sounds he'd grown slowly used to. The smell of the hospital, too, wasn't nearly a bother as it had been when he'd first arrived. Even the food (which the very same nurse had insisted he eat whether he had to hex her to do it or not) was starting to taste halfway decent.
But he could never fully be relaxed, never fully free of concerns, until Lily woke. And if she didn't, both Ron Weasley and now Lex Luthor were at the top of his list for those would pay for what had happened to the young witch.
Holding her hand gently in his own, Severus leaned close to her ear. Brushing a few red locks away, he murmured quietly as he did every day, "Lily, it's time to wake. You need to open your eyes." Then, spoken even softer than the rest, he always tacked on a quiet but heartfelt, "Please."
He straightened once more, his expression soft as he peered down at the only woman he'd ever loved. "Please," he added with more emphasis, squeezing her hand gently.
There was heartbreak in his normally guarded expression, fear in his voice where typically there was little more than sarcasm and anger. He'd lost her once before. If she didn't wake soon, he might very well lose her again. And even though Severus had spent a good many years spying on the Dark Lord, with his very life on the line during each meeting, he couldn't remember ever feeling as frightened as he did right now.