Who: Trish Stimpson and Gus Pye When: early morning, 28 October Where: West Wing, St Mungo's Rating: Medium? Warnings: TBC (likely some swearing) Summary: Gus and Trish are reuinited in the shambles of the West Wing following the 'Order' attack
Trish was running on empty. Only her determination was fueling her, keeping exhaustion and hunger at bay. Despite still suffering the after-effects of her and Penny's escape from the fire that had engulfed Dolohov's home, she had barely rested since arriving at St Mungo's on Sunday. The West Wing had been - and still was - in shambles, debris everywhere, hysterical patients, and the DMLE who'd been there to ascertain what had happened didn't help to calm anyone. When Trish had awoken after collapsing on her arrival, she learned that her 'master' and Gus were trapped somewhere, and from that moment on she hadn't stopped to rest anymore. Working kept her anxiety about Gus at bay and she felt useful rather than helpless.
Now Gus and Dolohov were out, and they were alive. Trish was thankful Gus had made it, but she caught herself wishing Dolohov had died. It was an ugly thought, yet since she was becoming more convinced that he might be the one behind the attack on his home, and the West Wing, she didn't feel guilty.
But there wasn't much time to think. There was too much to do. The attack had left a shortage of beds, debris still littered the wards and the sanitary conditions were even worse than before, not to mention the lack of medicine. So Trish was up at the crack of dawn, rising from the pallet in the break room where she'd been sleeping, still in her maid's uniform (thankfully clean if a bit tattered), and sorting through what meagre supplies were left. She ached all over, only her wrist had been healed, the rest of her left to recover from the cuts and bruises she'd received, but she couldn't lie down to rest, not when there were people worse off.
So absorbed in her task, she didn't notice the footsteps behind her.