Who: Bill & Ginny What: Bill wakes up...take two. When: Wed Where: St. Mungo's Warnings: Emo emo emo. Language? Angryfaces? Status: Complete!
Bill had woken up, still in pain, and still stuck in this nightmare world he couldn't make sense of. He'd told the Healers that there was only one person allowed at a time, seeing as she mentioned his family being concerned. He didn't care if that made her job more difficult. He was the one with the dead wife. She could suck it up. The truth was, he couldn't deal with more than one sibling. Not now. He couldn't even be sure he could deal with his mother. Really, the only people he thought he could even look at right now were Charlie and Ginny. It was vaguely inexplicable as to the why. They'd just always been more calming during distressing times than anyone else. Clearly Percy was not the one for these talks.
He looked up at the sound of someone at the door, vaguely aware of Severus lying a few feet away from him. There could have been an apology for earlier, but Bill wasn't feeling apologetic at all. He didn't care what happened at this point. All he knew was that it hurt. It hurt a ridiculous amount, and he wanted it to stop. He'd give up emotions to make it stop, but that wouldn't help anything. He'd still be exactly where he was. He'd tried to write, but he couldn't even get his hand to close around a quill. He couldn't do anything. He'd had to change, but he couldn't even do that himself. The nurses came in to do it for him...and that, that was enough to drive him crazy.
"Hi," he said flatly, eyes dropping to the covers. "Guess you got to be first, huh?" Where was Charlie? Wouldn't he want to be first or was he just being nice? Stupid niceness. What had that gotten any of them? Nothing fucking good. That's what. He just hated everything. Nothing made sense and his pain was dulled, but not enough for him to forget. He wanted to forget.