Who: Renwick and Sebastian [!Grab-me] What: Sebastian may very well die. Where: A side room - The Hospital Wing When: A long while after Alecto was killed - the hours blur together Rating: Stressful.
Ren hadn't expected his first week in the castle to be a holiday, but he definitely hadn't expected to be sitting on a night shift, sipping a cup of tea when Lucius Malfoy came charging in with a half-dead Professor floating behind him.
The prognosis hadn't been good.
His arms had been slashed along the veins using some form of Dark Magic Ren could practically smell. His body temperature was so low he was bordering hypothermia. Not to mention general injuries and broken bones from being roughly thrown about in whatever it was Carrow had decided she would do with him. Renwick had had his work cut out for him.
He'd stayed up for over 19 hours working on drawing out the lingering magic, stitching up the veins and arteries, trying desperately to bring Sebastian's blood pressure back up. Renwick had forced a tube down his throat and slowly fed him blood replenishing potions whilst forcing himself to drink Pepper-Up after Pepper-up to keep going. He didn't even know this man, but he wanted so badly to save him. No one deserved to die like this.
Finally Renwick had had to stop. There was only so much the human body could take. He'd removed the tube and replaced it with charmed breathing apparatus. Both of Sebastian's arms were so heavily bandaged they looked almost comical and he was draped in a warming blanket.
And Renwick just wasn't sure it was enough.
Renwick had settled back against the wall, his healers robes stained in blood. He didn't want to leave the room. He wanted to be nearby in case, god forbid, Sebastian's blood pressure dropped too low, or he succumbed to the hypothermia, or there was some other injury that Renwick hadn't spotted on his first assessment. He fell into an uneasy sleep, alert to any tiny sound Sebastian might make.