Andrew Kirke (flewthenfell) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-01-24 19:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, 1999 january, andrew kirke, jack sloper |
Who: Andy & Jack
What: Andy finally regains consciousness
Where: The Infirmary
When: Mid-afternoon
Rating: TBD
Andy hadn't regained consciousness since he'd blacked out during the confusion and terror of the Great Hall blowing up. The break in his arm had been a nasty one, bones piercing through the skin and shattered, but he'd been in the Infirmary for so long now that it had all but healed leaving pale scarring that was improving with each application of dittany. Not that Andrew knew that considering he hadn't regained consciousness since he'd collapsed, leaking blood from his nose and ears and - notably - from the large wound in his skull that had bled with the usual dramatics of head wounds. Even so, Andrew's head injury was severe and he might have fallen into a coma or worse if he hadn't been treated by magical means. A delicate injury for any medic, it had taken time for the bleeding to stop and the swelling to go down, the pupil that had been fixed and blown gradually responding to light again until it was just a case of waiting for him to wake up.
Andrew had no experience of time passing - to him he'd blacked out in the Hall and had come to in the next instant in a bed in the Infirmary. He had a ringing in his ears that wouldn't go away and a splitting headache that made him want to fall right back into unconsciousness again, but the thing that upset him most was the leering face and fingers of a man dressed in a black robe standing at the foot of his bed, stretching to reach up and over him as he watched and it was like he was in Azkaban all over again. His reintroduction to the waking world was one of solid screaming as he tried to kick away at something that wasn't there for anyone else and gone for himself in the next moment, leaving him panting and terrified on top of dazed and disoriented.