Neville Longbottom is a BAMF (sir_plantsalot) wrote in platform_zero, @ 2016-05-30 16:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | alice longbottom, frank longbottom, neville longbottom |
Who: Neville, Alice, and background Frank
What: Neville is sick and Alice wants to talk about *things*
Where: Hospital
When: Monday?
Rating: Low, unless you count Frank barfing as something in need of warning
Neville wasn't sure exactly when he had contracted whatever sickness was going around. However the last thing he really remembered was wandering around the rain forest, collecting different plant specimens for a new sample book he had purchased, when suddenly he started to feel dizzy and tired. But then again, it was hot and humid, and that wasn't exactly the strangest thing to happen. He could have even picked up a poisonous plant or something...
But within a few hours the chills and nausea set in, and he knew he had to make his way to the hospital wing before it got any worse. So, slowly but surely he managed his way out of the trees and back to the village. A few times he had to sit and rest, and perhaps a few more times he might have dry heaved, but he didn't really want to ask for help. People were busy, and he could manage.
Once in the hospital though, he couldn't help but feel absolutely miserable. It was difficult to eat, and he was always cold. Whatever this was - well it wasn't a pleasant experience. The best he could hope for was it would go by fast.
When he didn't have a headache, or was vomiting, or shivering, or generally feeling like he was going to keel over, he tried to make small talk, but he mostly read. Mostly books he had picked up about tropical plants, and tried to match them up to those in his sample book, though it was getting more difficult with his vision starting to get wonky. It was even more tedious then, but enjoyable. There were even a few plants he wanted to suggest growing on the farm for medicinal purposes. Of course there were potions... but the way this island acted, what if magic ever went out or some nonsense like that? Some potions required it for their brewing...
And then his father was brought in. It was a strange thing, seeing him so sick. So far here he was anything but, which was... well also a strange thing. Neville had been so used to him being nothing more than a vegetable, though one he always tried to talk to nonetheless. And then there was the crippling guilt of what he had done once the war started...
Instead he pretended to sleep, or really did sleep, most of the time. He only hoped his mother stayed away. She didn't need to get this too, and he worried about their well being more than they could possibly understand.