Draco Malfoy (hastosucceed) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-08-31 18:49:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | 1999 august, 1999 september, draco malfoy, lucius malfoy |
WHO: Draco & Lucius
WHEN: Wednesday morning
WHERE: St Mungo's Hospital
The war made pops crazy he was already half-dead
So why couldn't that'd be him that got shot in the head?
A few times, Draco felt himself drifting in and out of consciousness like he was floating on the surface of a rolling sea. He'd hear voices, feel someone touch his head or his arm, but it was all very far away, and he was so comfortable it seemed better to just let himself sink back into the dark blue depths of sleep. It couldn't last forever, though. It had indeed been a nasty headwound, but although healing magic had done its work over the first few days to repair the bruising on his brain, there were other issues. His chart, hanging on the foot of his bed, was covered in notes ranging from malnutrition, to cuts in unusual places, to various toxic substances in his blood; some magical, some muggle, some unidentifiable to the wizards and witches doing the tests. They let him sleep, and then, when he might have woken up, fed him a potion to keep him asleep a while longer, since it would probably be easier than having to detox him while awake. Waking up, therefore, was not a pleasant experience. He became aware gradually of a low throbbing ache in his head, an itch all down his left arm where the hospital robe laid his tattooed arm bare to the air, and the growing sensation that something was gripping his throat and squeezing. He coughed, gasping until he could get air into his lungs, and tried to lift his head off the pillow. After an inch or two however, it became too heavy, and fell back, groaning as the light in the room assaulted his eyes and intensified his splitting headache. |