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Roger wasn't in pain. He was a bloody fit man, both in relation to looks and general wellness. This, unfortunately, did not make him invincible, as he could tell by the slight twinge in the back of his neck when he turned it slightly. Indeed, although Roger could scarcely remember exactly what it was that had happened the Saturday before last, he could still feel a twinge here and there as he moved about. It hadn't affected his work in the least, although it was what had brought Roger back to St. Mungo's that day. Following the attack by what Roger had decided was assassins, though bleeding idiots, Roger had spent a few days in St. Mungos under the watchful eyes of OCD healers. He had only been released after swearing that he would return in a week for them to check and make sure that the muscles were healing properly.

As a result of his attack, Roger had received more than his share of cuts and bruises in addition to the massive laceration to the back of his head and concussion. The spells had healed all superficial wounds, but the healers still wanted to ensure that the muscles weren't affected, or that's what he was told. He didn't really mind though work had given him a few days off to heal, and he'd been spending most of the time with Mel. If she wasn't annoying him about the same amount he was annoying her, he'd probably feel bad about it, but as it was he was rather enjoying sponging off of her and avoiding his flat. Besides for all he knew the intruders were after him to make sure he missed all of his games.

Right now, however, Roger was staring at the door of the examination room. As usual, he was being keep waiting, and he was really rather bored. He sighed, eyes moving up to the ceiling now as he softly drummed his fingers on the side of the chair he currently occupied. When the door opened again, Roger's eyes flew back to the door and he smiled. About time.

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