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

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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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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.

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[info]healinghannah
2018-09-30 04:22 am UTC (link)
Although emergency wasn't her area of study, Hannah knew enough about Healing to understand even in her altered state of consciousness. She leaned against him and nodded weakly, slowly to keep her head from swimming any more. "Okay," she murmured, accepting that relief would have to wait a little bit longer.

Once he got her settled on the bed in the guest room, she dutifully held her arm out for him to draw the blood, so practiced at it not only from her training but from her experiences as a patient after the explosion. "Was...wasn't drinking an'thing unusual," she insisted. "Didn't binge." And she hadn't. She'd drank a bit more than normal, but she definitely hadn't binged on it. And she and Ginny had snacked on some bar food earlier. It didn't make sense to her, that she should feel so utterly wrong.

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[info]nottthistime
2018-09-30 04:27 am UTC (link)
He was pretty good at the blood draw thing, for he'd practiced endlessly with his new hand in order to get it right again. Feeling wasn't the same in it, was subtly different even still, but he'd learned to adjust, and Dora still made changed to refine things more and more for him. He took two vials full and set them aside carefully.

"I didn't think you had. I think someone drugged your drink or drinks," he said as he performed another diagnostic to see if anything had changed. He was a nosey arse at times and he knew the medications she still took from snooping in her chart. He did that to any of his friends. It did sometimes come in handy. "It's also possible that it's reacted badly either with the way your brain has healed or with one of your medications."

His voice was almost bland and professional. There was a reason most adults didn't like him as their doctor. He was blunt, informative, and rarely took their shit. It wasn't that he didn't feel compassion, it was simply that he couldn't always express it properly to the adult versions of people, for they'd often mistaken it as weakness in him, growing up.

"I have something here that should neutralize the majority of the things it could be, and a painkiller to help with what I'm sure is a stellar headache. Will you take them?"

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[info]healinghannah
2018-09-30 04:35 am UTC (link)
It had been an issue a few times in the last couple of years, something she'd never wanted to admit to anyone, as she hadn't let it get out of control enough to be a problem. But sometimes the depression and anxiety overwhelmed her to the point where she did binge drink, where she wished for the blankness of that level of drunk so that she could stop feeling entirely. To push away the guilt and the abject sense of failure that often overwhelmed her. Sometimes she wished she would have died in the explosion, and those were the nights she pushed things past where she should.

But that hadn't been tonight. It could have been, but Ginny had gone out with her initially, so it hadn't been. And this feeling now wasn't anything like the blankness she felt on her binging nights.

"Interactions?" she managed to stutter out, not questioning his assessment, but rather asking him if he could think of any possible interactions the medication he had would have with what she was already taking. She just couldn't get her mouth to form such a long-worded question. "Safe?" That was a better one-word question to get the point of what she was asking across. "Then yes," she answered after his assurance.

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[info]nottthistime
2018-09-30 03:17 pm UTC (link)
Theo danced with some of the same problems, once in a blue moon. He was often depressed, and the way he tucked himself away from the world generally made it that much worse. Blaise was good at barging in at just the right time to keep him from getting too bad, but Theo would understand her binges in a way that she probably didn't realize.

"I think we're safe and clear. We might have to re-start your dosages of what your on, since I'd like to do a system purge once you're recovered, but that's not a big deal in the grand scheme." He was just as blunt with her as with everyone else, but there was an edge of kindness that came easier when he genuinely liked someone. "I can't think of anything bad that this will do. And I won't leave you alone, so even if something happens, I'll be able to counteract it immediately."

His warm palm skated to the back of her head and cupped it. "Tilt your head back and open your mouth. There's just a few drops of this one right now," he said, and when she had complied he methodically tapped several drops into her mouth, a look of concentration on his face. Then he let her go and set the one vial down and pulled out another. "And this one. It tastes vial but you need to down the whole thing," he said, pressing it into her hand and making sure she had it before he would release it.

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[info]healinghannah
2018-09-30 06:27 pm UTC (link)
It didn't bother her that he was blunt and direct--it was better than a sugar-coating, glossing-over of what was going on and what they would do to fix it. She wasn't as good at that sort of bluntness on the job, but as a patient, and especially now when she was so discombobulated, it was definitely appreciated. She blew out a breath at his assurances, comforted by the fact that he wouldn't be leaving her. She didn't want to be alone, now more than ever, as she was trying hard not to be terrified at what was going on with her.

Hannah followed his instructions, tipping her head back and swallowing the few drops he'd dripped into her mouth. She cringed a bit at his next words, though. She hated taking potions anyway, but the vile ones were even worse. Still, she curled her fingers around the vial and nodded slightly. She reached across with her other hand and carefully uncorked the vial, still not able to see clearly, but well practiced at doing so and able to do it by touch alone. Bringing the vial to her lips, she held her breath, and then downed the potion as quickly as she could, trying not to let the liquid linger on her tongue at all, knowing that it would help mitigate at least some of the awful taste.

Even so, she coughed as she finished the potion, grimacing as she held it back out for him to take. "Disgusting," she muttered, but already her head was starting to level out some. She still couldn't see, but it no longer felt like someone was jabbing their wand repeatedly into her scar. Her hand reached out, fumbling around some until she found his, and she squeezed her fingers around his perhaps more firmly than she'd intended. "Thank you," she breathed gratefully, knowing that even though she wasn't completely in the clear yet, tonight could have gone so much worse for her.

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[info]nottthistime
2018-09-30 06:40 pm UTC (link)
She had a much better bedside manner than he did. That was one thing he would readily acquiesce to in regards to such things. If he hadn't been personally aware that he was not good at bedside things, then the amount of times others pointed it out would definitely have enlightened him by this point. Hannah was a much more cmpassionate and kind person than he was.

He kept a careful eye on her as she administered the second potion, and he grimaced in mute sympathy at her expression. He hated those disgusting tasting ones too, though they could be fun to give to someone you rather did not like. If you knew your potions well enough, as he did, you could prescribe something vile to someone accureately but purposefully.

His squeeze in return was firm and reassuring. "Of course," he told her. "I think your vision will return shortly, but if it doesn't, there are still some options I can take easily." Other potions and such, or a couple of charms. But there was confidence in his voice that this would work.

"Do you have any idea of who might have drugged you?" he asked as he slipped the empty vial back into his pocket and went to grab the vials of blood so he could store them properly until he could contact the aurors.

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[info]healinghannah
2018-09-30 06:53 pm UTC (link)
She took some comfort in the fact that he squeezed her hand back. "I think it will, too," she agreed softly. It wasn't back yet, but she was starting to be able to make out some light and shadows--no distinct shapes yet, but it was better than the black blur she'd been plagued with. And her head was definitely clearing a tiny bit more with every moment that passed.

The questioned brought a tiny, pathetic whimper from her, her eyes filling with tears as she shook her head slightly. "I don't know!" she insisted. Why would anyone drug her, anyway? And that pub was a good one, not the shady sort you almost expected that sort of thing to happen in. "I... oh gods, no, someone sent me a drink a couple times," she remembered vaguely, though that she was able to remember even that detail and articulate it was proof that the potions he'd given her were helping.

"I don't know who it was, though." Had it been amber-eyes? She could remember him, too, though not much more about him than the color of his eyes.

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[info]nottthistime
2018-09-30 07:00 pm UTC (link)
He would keep checking on her sight, especially, as well as the pain in her head, as time passed. That was the most important bits, and he needed to know those things to keep treating her.

When his abstract enough question made her whimper, Theo moved back to her side, and his hand was warm over hers again, the flesh hand he favored most now though he would never be as good with it as he had been with his missing dominant hand. "Nothing happened," he murmured. "You got away. It's all right." The only things he knew to say to her.

"I'll have the aurors checking into it as soon as I have a moment to contact them. If the barkeeper listened to me, hopefully your glass will still be testable. If not, they'll be having words with the barkeep and seeing if he had any observation or not."

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[info]healinghannah
2018-09-30 07:24 pm UTC (link)
When she felt the heat of his body at her side, close enough without actually touching her except for his hand on hers, she sighed, closing that gap and leaning against him, resting her temple against his shoulder. "I know," she murmured back. It was still terrifying to think of what might have happened if she hadn't made it to the loo and texted him. Her mind shied away from it, not willing to even consider it in anything more than the abstract.

"You should contact them now," she urged, shifting slightly. "Help me to the loo? I'll be okay there while you do." She still couldn't see yet, but she had to pee bad, and she knew that the longer it took to get the Aurors on it, the more likely any evidence might be tampered with. And if someone really had spiked her drinks with something... well, it needed to be found out who so they could be dealt with.

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[info]nottthistime
2018-09-30 07:41 pm UTC (link)
His other hand tentatively rested on top of her head for a moment in a gesture he hoped was comforting. Theo was a bit out of practice with that sort of thing. With one sister in permanent, or so they thought, hospital care and the other one far abroad, and his friend Callie also abroad, he did not get much in the way of casual touch or affection, particularly from women.

"All right. I'll go do that." He took one hand in his,and the other rested on her back, and he walked almost directly behind her as he guided her forward, his movements sure. He placed one of her hands on a door way. "This is the door." He guided her past it, and directed her other hand to a cool stretch of counter and the dip of a sink. "That's the counter and sink. The shower is over in the corner, and the toilet is next to your right leg, just a handspan away. If you have any trouble, just yell. I have an elf about. I'll be back in a few minutes, but I need to access a fire place and I have none in this room."

Only once he thought she was confident, he turned and left, and he closed the door almost completely behind him to the loo. Then he hurried off, vials in his pocket, to make the floo call and file a report on her behalf. He didn't think this should go without reporting.

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[info]healinghannah
2018-09-30 07:59 pm UTC (link)
There was something comforting about Theo. Perhaps it stemmed from their shared trauma, though she wondered if he knew how much guilt she carried on her shoulders for it. The therapist she'd been seeing had tried to get her to let it go, insisting that it wasn't hers to carry, but the Leaky Cauldron had been her responsibility, and she considered the explosion to have been the result of neglect, which meant it was her fault. It didn't matter what anyone else said about it. She couldn't let the guilt go. But Theo had always been good to her, and she did consider him to be a good friend by now.

She let him guide her, her hands following where he directed them, feeling what he was talking about. "It's okay, I'm starting to be able to make out vague shapes," she assured him. With any luck, she wouldn't need to yell for help. "I'll be fine. Go," she urged.

Although she wasn't sure if the door was closed, she could hear him hurrying away, and so she shifted over to the toilet, feeling around it to make sure the lid was up but the seat down before turning and flicking open the button on her jeans, lowering them and then carefully lowering herself down to sit on the toilet. As she relieved herself, she felt around for the toilet paper, grateful that this was something she could do with her eyes closed, as well.

After she flushed and righted her clothes, she made her way back to the sink, turning on the tap and feeling around for the soap. But not knowing where any towels were, she merely leaned over the sink, her forearms resting on the counter, and her forehead pressed against her still damp hands. She figured she would just stay there until Theo got back, as she didn't want to try to make it back to the bed and stumble on something in the process and hurt herself worse.

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[info]nottthistime
2018-09-30 09:46 pm UTC (link)
He would tell her that there was no need for guilt. He didn't hold her responsible or he would have nothing to do with her. Certainly he suffemred even still from his loss, but he did not hold her accountable. One could not have expected such a thing to happen. It was so rare after all.

He made as short of work of it as he could, though the person he got highly offended him by asking if he'd done it to her. He should perhaps have expected it, given his history with his family, but it hadn't even occurred to him. He knew he would be in the clear though, given all the bar patrons had seen him storm in.

Still, he was highly offended.

He gave them access to the floo and was promised someone would be around shortly yo talk to the young lady (and likely make sure he wasn't taking advantage). But it would be a few minutes, given the late hour, and so Theo returned to the guest room and rapped lightly on the mostly closed door, not entering without permission.

"All right, Hannah? There will be an auror around soon."

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[info]healinghannah
2018-10-01 12:10 am UTC (link)
"Yeah, I'm all right," Hannah called back weakly, sighing softly. "Vision's not fully back, but I'm getting more light reception." It was a bit strange to be able to evaluate it clinically, but she supposed that meant the potion was working whatever drugs had been in her system out.

"I'm decent, though. I just didn't want to risk tripping over something trying to find my way back through the room," she explained, turning toward where she knew the door, at least, was and reaching out a hand to slowly push it open, not wanting to bang it against him if he were directly in its path.

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[info]nottthistime
2018-10-01 12:25 am UTC (link)
He watched her ease the door open and he touched her arm gently to let her know where he was. "I'm glad it's improving."

He guided her hand onto his arm to lead her to the bed. "Are you all right here or would you rather be somewhere else?" He was rather self conscious that he'd brought her to a guest room instead of a living room or something, after the floo auror's attitude.

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[info]healinghannah
2018-10-01 12:39 am UTC (link)
Although Hannah wasn't uncomfortable with the accommodations (it was nice to be able to lie down if her head started to swim again), she was becoming more conscious of what was going on, and it had registered that Aurors were on the way. Even though she wasn't thinking about what it would look like to them as far as Theo was concerned, she was thinking that it would just be another layer of embarrassing to talk to them while she was in a bed.

"I am comfortable here, but maybe it would be better to go to a couch?" she suggested almost hesitantly, not wanting to offend him. It was always a fear of hers, offending others.

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