Benjy Fenwick (bfenwicked) wrote in vigilantesrpg, @ 2012-01-29 01:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | benjy fenwick, greta catchlove, hestia jones, jeffery sloper, julian finch, theodore boot |
Who: Benjy Fenwick and OPEN!
What: Benjy getting visitors while in the Hospital Wing
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Hospital Wing
Rating: SFW (Seriously, it's Benjy. It's like watching a kitten.)
Status: In Progress
Sunlight impairing his vision. The smell of medicine infiltrating his senses. The texture of crisp sheets at his fingertips. Then the shooting pain as he breathed, and the impression he'd been hit by a truck. Multiple times.
These were the first things that crossed Benjy's mind when he woke up Sunday in the Hospital Wing.
Waking up with a groggy murmur, the Ravenclaw blinked several times, having completely forgotten the events of the previous evening. The moment he moved, however, shots of paint coursed through his body and he had no choice but to relax and stay still. His mouth felt like he'd swallowed cotton, and after several minutes of trying to convince his arm that it could, in fact, grab the glass of water on his bedside table, Madame Pomfrey came upon the scene. She scolded the boy and instructed him not to exert himself, held the glass up so Benjy could drink, all but poured a few potions into his mouth, switched a few bandages and caught him up on what had happened.
As the events were told, Benjy found himself recalling the happenings and remembering how it all happened. As she spoke, his own mind finished the tale, and did so quite vividly. The dance. The stampede. Right. It all came back to him. Pomfrey informed Benjy he was fortunate that he or the other injured students hadn't suffered permanent harm, that crowds often caused much worse wounds for those who found themselves at their feet. He'd received a decent cut to his right temple and a concussion, a sprained wrist, and a minor leg fracture on his left leg. Otherwise he was all cuts and bruises from being stepped on and kicked, prodded and knocked into things, shoe prints on his torso and cuts from heels on his arms. That soreness was simply that: soreness. Benjy might as well have been in a pinata, but he supposed he should be grateful no one crushed his skull. He was grateful for small miracles.
He was going to be in the Hospital until Monday evening at least, and depending on how he fared throughout the week with daily evaluations by Pomfrey, he might be suitable to play in the next Quidditch Game. If he rested and took things slowly, that is. Visitors were welcome as long as he behaved. This was better than he ought to have expected, and as a result Benjy didn't object to being told to doing nothing but relax.
Pomfrey told him his memory might be fuzzy from the concussion, and he wasn't to go back to sleep for a few hours so she could make sure there wasn't any serious damage. The mere mention of staying awake made him want to curl up for a nap. So, wishing he had a friend, his journal, a book, or even a piece of parchment to doodle on, Benjy resigned himself to picking at the labels of the bottles of potions he was taking and trying to recall the entirety of the previous evening. The one thing he did remember: did Hestia make it out of the crowd alright? She wasn't in the Hospital Wing, so he could only hope so.
OOC: So! Benjy woke up late morning/early afternoon and wasn't allowed visitors until a couple hours after that. This thread is open to multiple characters visiting during the day. Just put the time your character visits Benjy in the subject time of your comment and then feel free to hit this thread up!