Who: Rabastan and Ginny What: Finally regaining consciousness Where: Mungo's. A private ward. When: Monday, Nov 13th, evening Rating: Low
The last thing Rabastan truly remembered was getting ready for work, and after that, a sudden wave of nausea and weakness enveloped him before he could think twice about it. Between the seriousness of the Dragon Pox he had contracted, coupled with his compromised immune system from stress and exhaustion, it took quite some time for him to regain consciousness, his body fighting off the illness as he slept. He did remember a few moments of wakefulness, but he had never really achieved coherence before sinking back into fitful sleep. His dreams were a conglomerate of the most euphoric and perfect moments, followed by the most horrific nightmares, and all he wanted was to escape.
Finally, after 6 days, he managed to do just that. His coming around and back to the land of the living was somewhat slow, starting as a small groan here and there before his eyes fluttered. Soon though, he was awake, alert, and aware of where he was. Catching sight of a flash of red hair, he instinctively reached out, his large hands circling around her small wrist.
"Gin..." he croaked, his voice weak and broken. Merlin, he hated the way it sounded. He hated feeling this weak and vulnerable, knowing he looked even worse.
But he was awake. He was alive. And right now, he was bound and determined to get better so he could get the hell out of here.