theodore nott is healing everyone but himself (ex_masker481) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-06-02 22:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | theodore nott, tracey davis |
Who: Tracey and Theo
What: returning home, finally.
When: Thursday night, late.
Where: their home.
Warnings: TBA
Status: Incomplete
Theodore had not slept since the night before the battle, but neither had anyone else, and everyone needed his help. There were so many broken bones, so many open wounds, so many curses to be reversed or at least stalled until true reversal was possible. He wrote down names, because after a while they were all a blur if they weren't sitting right in front of him. But he was as efficient and on task as ever when a patient was in front of him, and he had kept at least as many people alive as he had lost. Most of the dead were dead before they had a chance to come into his care, but he had helped to identify those too, for his records.
It was all difficult, though he kept his emotions in check enough to work through it. The hardest part - the only part that had cracked his armor - had been the news of one death that he'd delivered in person. Draco had been stoic when he'd heard about his father, just as Theodore had been as he'd processed the death of his own. And whether it was because Draco's mask was not as good as he probably would have liked to think, or simply because Theodore knew him so well, he could see the emotions behind it. He had also considered the possibility that he was projecting, but there was far more guilt there than Theodore had ever felt regarding his father's death.
There was so much more to be done, but he had to stop eventually. He had promised Tracey that he would stop by midnight, but there was so much he could get done before then. He visited both Hannah and Lavender, his patients previous to the battle, who were both thankfully none the worse for his having neglected them somewhat. He stayed at the hospital for a while, and then he returned to the clinic, where he caught a glimpse of the clock.
Ten minutes to midnight. Theodore resisted the temptation to make the most of those ten minutes, and stopped to breathe, to perform diagnostic charms on himself. He wasn't completely healed from the curse that had hit him, but he had stopped it from progressing, had worked through the pain. Now he performed the spell to reverse it, and took a deep breath. Removing curses was often no less painful than the curse itself, but his tolerance was quite high.
Lowering his wand, he looked around for Tracey. He had promised her that they would go home, and that was a promise he intended to keep.