Zacharias Smith (pratsmith) wrote in snitched, @ 2008-12-01 16:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: sophia fawcett, character: zacharias smith |
Who: Zacharias Smith and Sophia Fawcett
When: Monday, December 1st, afternoon.
Where: St Mungo's. ....again.
What: Sophia can come visit after all! Will likely get fluffy
Rating: Zach has a potty mouth
Zach was getting so tired of being in this room. In this bed, most particularly. He was starting to get bedsores and that was just ridiculous. The sun had barely risen over the horizon and he'd been staring at the ceiling for over three quarters of an hour. He was really really sick and tired of this bloody room. And though the Healers were nice and, he was sure, knowledgeable in their own ways, they were getting on his nerves. Not that the Miriam one hadn't pissed him off the first day he got here, but it was gradually getting worse; the better he felt, the more he wanted to shove their wands up their noses.
He didn't belong here anymore. Everyone knew it, surely. He sure did. Sure, so he was inexplicably exhausted, but the bones were all set and he wasn't bleeding anymore. He was pretty sure the exhaustion was just because he hadn't gotten to do anything in more than a fortnight. What was a "fortnight", anyway? If it was supposed to be a week, then that was right. Or was it a month? Shit. He forgot. He should've had Helena bring in a dictionary for him. It would have made her happy, anyrate. Or Sophia. If Sophia could come visit, then he wouldn't have minded being here at all!
His thoughts were all in a jumble. He wasn't sure of anything anymore except that he was getting desperate for something to do, for something to think on. Any kind of activity, really, that didn't involve having to call someone in to help him walk to the loo. Zach grabbed onto his pillow and pulled it out from under his head, squashing it into his face. If he suffocated himself, maybe he'd get to sleep through it.