nottthistime (nottthistime) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2018-01-30 20:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: hyperion montgomery, char: theodore nott, location: st. mungos, time: 2010 01 |
Who: Theodore and Hyperion, various NPCs
When: late Tuesday January 30
Where: St Mungos, trauma ward
What: Waking up and remembering what he needed to say -- and finally having the words to say it.
Warnings: Talks of limb loss and kidnapping.
Theo had been in and out of consciousness for days. It was in part his head injury. When he was conscious, initially at least, he'd not really been able to properly string words together. He hadn't been coherant, though he'd babbled and tried, absolutely none of it making any sense.
Later... later, it was for the pain and the shock. Amputations and such were not completely unknown in the wizarding world, but they did happen. Especially during the war. Many curse wounds and such were incapable of being completely healed. And there were also just some things that magic could not fix, no matter how good it was.
The combination of crushing, breaking, near severing, and burning of the lower part of his left arm had left it to where the healers felt they had aboslutely no other choice. They'd had to refer to Blaise and Draco, since his cognizant sister was halfway around the world right now and not easily available for conference. They'd had to confirm the call to amputate his left arm up to the elbow. It had not been an easy decision, especially since that was his wand arm. That, and he was a fellow healer -- usually on the other side of such equations. Honestly, he was often the one they might turn to for the harder decisions because he had a severe practicality that made it seem easier for him than for some.
But he finally awoke some time late Tuesday, in a fair amount of pain still for they wouldn't want to heal such a wound instantly because of the build up of scar tissue would be worse. He was somewhat clear headed, though, and insanely thirsty.
But more than that, he woke with the memory of what he'd seen at the top of his mind. That woman being kidnapped. He vaguely recognized her -- knew who she was, knew who her boyfriend was. He lived with Blaise, it was hard to miss those kind of things even if he could be a bit of a hermit at times.
He knew he had to tell. He'd been trying this whole time, really. Just... it hadn't wanted to come out.
He stumbled out of bed, not realizing immediately why his balance felt so off, listing to one side... to the left. His shoulder slammed into the door frame, and he unsuccessfully stifled a scream, which sent people running. He looked at the bandage that ended just after the curve of his joint, blinking at it without comprehension.
"Need... need to talk to Auror Montgomery. It's important," he rasped, not really having a voice left, especially after the scream.