Anthony Goldstein (abitcross) wrote in snitchers, @ 2017-08-31 17:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: anthony goldstein, char: lisa turpin |
Who: Anthony Goldstein and Lisa Turpin
What: Panic and disorientation
Where: St. Mungos and then to Lisa’s
When: Thursday, late afternoon
Anthony shot out of bed, and instantly felt like death. When he thought about it, he could still feel his mother's skeletal hands grasping at him. Anthony couldn’t catch his breath, it was as if he’d been running a marathon, sweat was pouring off of him. His chest was tight, and his heart felt like it was straining to beat. He tired to stand, but his whole body shook with the effort, and he almost lost his footing. His hands were numb. He was dying, he was having a heart attack, he was sure of it.
He was so certain of it that he managed to fumble himself into the floo, tumbling into St. Mungos just as the sun began to rise. His body was shaking, and he felt weak and tired despite sleeping throughout the night. He tried to draw in a breath, but his lungs hurt. By the time Anthony was seen, he was insisting that he was dying, and the mediwitch on duty had to sedate him just a little, to calm him. Several tests later and it was determined he was fine, despite Anthony’s protests.
“We’re going to release you. We’ve OWL’d your emergency contact, and she should be on her way.” The Mediwitch advised him, skeptically. Anthony leaned back in the bed, rubbing his face in agony. Delusions. Panic attacks. This is what they were saying. A bad dream and that is what was causing him pain, not a heart attack. He was not dying.
But every time he closed his eyes he saw his mums face, and Lisa’s words. He felt the cold down to his bones, piercing him. He was expecting his older sister, Gillian, to be the one who walked through the door, but when he saw Lisa, his mind flashed back to him locking her in the Azkaban Cell.
“Oh fuck,” He said, his face paling and he tried to jump out of the bed, nearly tripping himself.