Who: Helen Dawlish and Neville Longbottom What: She's alive!ish Where: Queen Elizabeth Hospital When: Backdated to August 13th, late evening Rating: Low?
The last several days had been nothing but a drug induced blur for Helen. When she was awake, she fought against the haze of painkillers, hating the feeling of not being in control of her own body. But the haze was also the only thing that kept away the intense pain of her broken bones. While she missed the muggle world, this was the one part she could do without. Muggle medicine was such shit compared to the magical stuff. She just wanted to get out, to leave, even though her broken leg that was currently pinned together wouldn't allow her to go anywhere. There was also something about a skull fracture from when she smacked her head off the pavement, and her ribs.. and arm. Merlin, everything was a bloody disaster.
She just needed some potions to heal the bones, and a pain potion that took it all away, while still keeping her from being completely loopy. It didn't help that she had a bad reaction to morphine... She always knew that about herself, but being brought in as nothing more than a Jane Doe meant no one knew her medical records. But she didn't dare give her real name either, in her small moments of consciousness. She knew that the Wandholders watched the muggle hospitals, hell, it was nothing short of a miracle that none had wandered in just to check up on who she was.
Her attitude did nothing to help her situation either. Apparently fighting the nurses got you tied down, and she couldn't help but pitifully cry when left alone by herself afterwards. She hated this... she hated being helpless more than anything else. Everything hurt, and she was stuck in a hospital full of strangers and terrible drugs and horrible screams and smells. She just wanted to go home. She wanted her cat. She wanted her parents. She missed her uncle. But she also missed him, missed Neville. She had to wonder if he even noticed she was gone, if he even cared...
That thought plagued her a lot as she waited for someone to find her. When the third day nearly passed, she even wished maybe the wandholders would show up. At least she'd get to see John... maybe it would be worth it... With that thought, she was pulled back under into a fitful sleep.