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Tweak says, "TERRA!"

Hannah Abbott (healinghannah) wrote in vrrpg,
@ 2018-09-29 18:38:00

Entry tags:

!complete, char: hannah abbott, char: theodore nott, location: other, location: residence, time: 2012 09

Text/RP: Failure
Who: Hannah and Theo
When: Saturday, September 29, 2012
Where: Draíochta Pub, Ireland, then Theo's home.
What: Hannah has been abandoned and reaches out.
Warnings: High emotions, spiked drinks, NSFW

Hannah had been abandoned.

Oh, of course, she'd assured Ginny that she would be fine and to go, of course, because her friend had an early game tomorrow, and she hadn't wanted to throw her off it. It would just be one more thing to feel guilty over, and she didn't think she could handle that. Not with how her brain had been lately.

That had been nearly two hours ago, though, and she'd had a few more drinks on her own. While not as much of a lightweight as she'd been before the explosion, she had definitely crossed the line enough that she would be feeling it tomorrow. It didn't help that a cute guy from the other side of the bar had sent over a couple drinks too, and she'd been just buzzed enough to accept them rather than politely declining them.

Her head was foggy, her vision slightly blurred, and there was a throbbing in the scar on the back of her head that refused to dull. "Shit," she breathed as she stumbled as she got up. A hand flung out to catch her, holding onto her arm just below her elbow, as an arm went around her back.

"Whoa there, are you all right, miss?" a man asked, and she found herself looking up into amber eyes that she could barely focus on.

To her horror, she felt tears filling her eyes and lifted her other hand up to push at his chest weakly. "M'fine," she slurred.

"You don't look fine. I can--"

"I'm fine," she repeated more insistently, louder this time, as she pushed him a little harder. The eyes she was managing to focus on slightly better narrowed in irritation, and he let her go abruptly and took a step back, his hands raised to show he wasn't touching her anymore.

But that moment of clarity wasn't lasting, and her vision began to swim again. Hannah pushed forward, making her way to the loo on feet that weren't quite steady, and she let out a soft sob once the door swung shut behind her. Fingers lifted, threading through her hair and squeezing tight at the roots as she pushed her back against a wall, her tears starting to spill over now.

Something was wrong.

While she wasn't always a clear and focused drinker, this was a level she knew, even in her inebriated state, was not normal. Panic raced in her chest as she fumbled to get her phone out of her pocket, and she scrolled through her recent messages trying to figure out who to reach out, though it took much more focus than she had at the moment, and she soon clicked on someone's name, not really registering who it was.

MM to Theo Nott: I nred hlp

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nottthistime
2018-09-30 02:24 am UTC (link)

Theo was doing his normal Theo on a weekend thing. No one had made plans with him, so he'd taken on some overtime at the hospital. He wasn't one to get out terribly much, even now, unless he were invited or dragged, or there was something he very much wanted to see at the theatre. With most of his mates married or the next best thing, Theo often practically lived at the hospital, working as much as he was allowed to do so.

He was just getting off shift when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket, and he pulled it out with his right hand, using fingers that had become much more facile over the last couple of years, though his prosthetic was a work of art and worked very well. When working on instinct, he still used his dominant side, but therapy had taught him a lot initially.

His eyebrows raised at whom the message was from and how uncharacteristic it was of her to misspell things. That was usually his thing, when he was tired. He and Hannah talked frequently enough, especially considering he was something of a recluse, but she did not usually turn to him for help these days.

Instead of texting back, though, he hit the call button on the phone and lifted it to his ear. "Hannah? What's the matter?" he asked, taking it seriously since it was not like her at all.

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healinghannah
2018-09-30 02:30 am UTC (link)

It was probably for the best that he called instead of texting, as Hannah was nowhere near able to carry on a conversation in text. It would be difficult enough to articulate verbally. She did, at least, manage to hit the right spot on the screen to answer the call, and she felt a bit of relief at hearing Theo's voice. He was safe; she could trust him; he could help.

"I'as at the pub," she slurred through her tears. "I dunno. It's not right. My head." She stuttered a bit as she spoke, her free hand clutching at her hair again as she cried. Her head was positively swimming, and the pulsing ache on her scar hurt more than she could remember it hurting recently, and she felt sick, so bloody sick, to her stomach.

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nottthistime
2018-09-30 02:42 am UTC (link)

Theo, whose voice was not on the same level as his friend Blaise's, still had a nice one, and he had perfected the soothing tone that animals and people alike responded well to in stressful situations. He made a soothing sound and thought a kilometer a second for a few seconds.

"What pub, Hannah? I can come get you and take a look right away. Breathe for me, now, all right? And then tell me where you are so I can come get you."

Theo would likely never be the sort of person anyone looked at and thought 'hero' or anything of the sort. But the man was good at quietly coming in at just the right time for people, and he was ready and willing to do so now.

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healinghannah
2018-09-30 03:08 am UTC (link)

It took a minute as he spoke to her for her to manage to take a good few deep breaths, though it made her head pound worse. She sniffled and wiped at her eyes as she tried to remember the name of the pub she was at.

"Druh... Droy... Fuck, it's... Draíochta, or something like that. Ireland. M'head hurts so bad, Theo," she cried, tugging at her hair again. She just wanted it to stop. Just make it stop. Gods, please.

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nottthistime
2018-09-30 03:13 am UTC (link)

"I think I remember the place," he said after a moment. "Pandora took me there a time or two. Give me just a few moments and I'll be there, Hannah. Stay calm, I'll be right there. I'll stay on the line with you."

Though in all likelihood he would lose the call when he apparated. He was already walking to the hospital's apothecary, and he helped himself to several vials of potion without answering any questions and signed them out with a signature that did not look anything like the one he'd had years before -- this one all spikes and harshness.

Then he was out of the hospital and able to apparate again, and he did, straight to the pub, and the phone did drop the call. But he was stalking in there, the flaps of his long, beautiful coat billowing behind him. He headed straight for the women's loo, ignoring any looks he got, but he stopped and tapped on it lightly when he got htere.

"Hannah, it's Theo."

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healinghannah
2018-09-30 03:22 am UTC (link)

"Thank the gods," Hannah breathed when it seemed that Theo knew where she was. She definitely didn't plan to try to move at all--she really didn't think her legs would be able to hold her if she did, as she'd already slid down the wall to sit on the floor, her knees curled up to her chest.

Though she could hear that he was moving through somewhere...wait, was that the hospital?...she still babbled almost incoherently at him since he'd said he would stay on the line. She definitely wasn't calm, and she was slipping in and out of coherency, her words slurring off and on inconsistently. And when the call dropped, she sobbed again, dropping her face against her knees.

It was only a few brief moments later that she heard the tapping on the door to the loo. "M'in here," she called back, barely coherent and definitely not able to get up to greet him.

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nottthistime
2018-09-30 03:34 am UTC (link)

He listened to her babble with part of his attention as he moved. Cataloguing it in case it would help him to diagnose whatever was wrong with her once he was there.

Theo was able to open the door but unable to initially step over the threshold of it. He growled and glared up at the door frame and pulled his wand. He wasn't quite up to the finesse it would require to completely undo the generalized gender charm that was much like what was put up at Hogwarts on the girls' bathrooms, but he hexed it properly and it allowed him to push his way through it.

Then he was striding across the bathroom and kneeling next to her. Long, musician's fingers, his own tipped up her chin gently, and he spoke to her in a quiet, steady voice as he did some brief diagnostics. He suspected it was something in her drink, and that made him very angry, but his voice didn't change at all. It might have interacted badly with her brain injury, or perhaps one of the medications he thought she might still take. He asked her questions and tried to sort through the answers as best he could.

He wasn't the strongest person in the world, but he did handle horses, and he was able to get her up and hold her against his side with an arm about her waist and her arm across his shoulders, though she was largely incoherent. "Hang on a moment, Hannah. I'm getting you out of this place."

He only paused once on the way out, to glare at the bartender and to give him a quite firm order that if Hannah's glasses hadn't been washed yet, he had best set them somewhere safe where they wouldn't be washed when the aurors came to collect them.

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healinghannah
2018-09-30 03:43 am UTC (link)

Hannah's chin lifted at his urging, though her lip wibbled and tears still streamed down her cheeks. As long as she didn't actually throw up on him, though, she thought she might be able to live down the mortification of the evening. She could recognize, peripherally, the diagnostics he was doing, even though she couldn't focus on any of it directly, and she tried her best to answer him, though she knew she was failing terribly at being coherent.

She did try to help him get her up, and she luckily only stumbled a little bit, though it churned her stomach so much that she froze for a long moment to be sure she would be able to keep it down. She held onto him as he started moving them out of the loo, putting as much effort into staying upright as she could.

"Where...we going?" she slurred, trying to turn her head to look at him, though that made her head swim too, so she stopped.

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nottthistime
2018-09-30 03:50 am UTC (link)

He wasn't ignoring her tears. He was simply working around them, and he knew it would do no good in her state to reprimand her for them, though he would have if he'd thought it would help her. Instead, he did do her the kindness of a gentle face cleansing charm before he took her into public view.

He thought for a moment. "We're going to my place, if that's all right with you," he said. He'd thought about that as he left the hospital. Perhaps he was making assumptions, but as a healer he suspected she wouldn't want her fellow healers to see her in such a state, especially if she ever planned on working out of the hospital itself at some point. "I can take some blood for testing and such from there, I'm all stocked up."

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healinghannah
2018-09-30 03:54 am UTC (link)

Although she was definitely not in her right mind, she was aware enough to know that this was Theo and that she could trust him. So when he said they were going to his place, she simply nodded mutely, stopping abruptly as the motion had her vision swimming again. Although she expected it to steady again, it didn't, and she felt a spike of panic thud in her chest.

"Can't see," she breathed, her panic ringing through in those two words, and she leaned more heavily against him. But she would be glad that he wasn't planning to take her to the hospital once she was aware enough to think about it, as she definitely didn't want her potential future colleagues to see her this way.

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nottthistime
2018-09-30 03:59 am UTC (link)

"Easy now. I'll take care of everything in a few minutes," he said placidly, though he wasn't feeling terribly calm. There was a reason they weren't supposed to tend to people they cared about, and Hannah was his friend, one forged in the pain and understanding they'd grown to share as they both healed since the explosion. But he was good enough to be able to be calm enough to take care of her.

He was smart enough to apparate them just outside of his home, and his clever fingers were already gathering her hair and pulling it up and back, as he was rather certain she was going to lose the contents of her stomach from the apparating. One hand was subtly cooler than the other -- Dora did excellent work, but the temperature of his prosthetic was always subtly different from his real hand, in one direction or the other.

"It's all right, I've got you," he told her.

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healinghannah
2018-09-30 04:09 am UTC (link)

Despite the spinning in her head, the churning in her stomach, and her painfully blurred vision, she did her best to clear her head enough for him to apparate them, a matter of instinct to keep from being splinched. Of course, there was no way to keep her stomach steady as they landed, and she didn't even register that he was pulling her hair out of the way as she turned her head just in time to bend at the waist and expel the pathetic, acidic contents of her stomach not on him.

She groaned, collapsing down into a squat as she started crying again, her throat burning along with the mortification at having thrown up. It didn't matter that he was a healer and had undoubtedly seen much worse--no one wanted to be seen throwing up.

"Mouth...wash charm," she requested weakly, feeling disgusting but knowing that she was in absolutely no shape to cast any magic herself. And even if she knew it was hardly the priority at that moment, it would help dispel at least some of the mortification.

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nottthistime
2018-09-30 04:16 am UTC (link)

He had expected it, and she was completely correct in that even today he'd experienced much more disgusting than this. He wasn't personally disgusted by most things, and this was all part of the job. A hand lightly patted her back and he cast both a mouthwash charm and another cleansing charm silently, professional kindness and friendship both.

"Better out than in at this point," he said easily, and then he helped her back up with surprising enough strength. "Hold on to me, Hannah. I'm going to take you to a guest bedroom and I have some potions to give you as soon as I do a blood draw. I don't want to mess with the results." The tone was apologetic, that her suffering be prolonged at all, but he hoped she would understand the necessity.