Who: Ern MacMillan and Alicia Spinnet When: October 30, 2005; early afternoon Where: The Lazy Horse Why: Ern's left the hospital after having enough, and went to the most logical place--the closest pub.
It had been over two weeks of being poked and prodded by Healers. He had enough.
Ern had enough of the hospital and had finally had himself discharged against medical advice. However there was nothing that his Healers could do at that point as he was able to identify their reported risks of leaving and give a "reasonable" rationale behind leaving. He knew that he was and will be fine. Ern still had the occasional headache, but did not experience the waking dreams--the flashbacks to that horrible day. Not in the few hours he had been out, at least. He did occasionally hear screams and shrieks, which made his heart leap from his chest a few times earlier that afternoon. He whispered quietly to himself every so ofen just to remind himself that it was just a witch who had a shrill laugh in one of the booths. He decided to stop at the pub as he needed something to help with the pain in his head and his unsettled, raw nerves--something that will keep other thoughts at bay. He still wasn't sure of what will become of him at work. It was his fault that the muggle woman had died, and it could've been his fault this whole thing happened too as he assumed that the magical pathway to that building had been long secured. He didn't want to think about it. He didn't care so much about the job (as he was fairly certain that he hated it), but the intermittent feelings of responsibility for those casualties was enough to make him feel sick to his stomach. He wasn't one to drink very often nor very much in his past life, but the time and the troubles back then were not as they were now. He was halfway through his second pint feeling contentedly numb, likely still touched by some of the potions from the hospital, but feeling all the more in control. It was all in his hands now. He sat at a table at the back of the room, facing the door to watch who came and left, but closed his eyes for a moment and rubbed them, hoping to rub the weariness away.