InsaneJournal

Bill woke to the steady rhythms of healing spells buzzing around his body and the glowing light indicating his vitals that hovered nearby. The pain potion he'd been given earlier was fading and he could feel his mangled leg begin to throb. His whole body had a dull ache that didn't seem to want to quit, even with potions, but the bad sort of pain was mostly controlled.

He wanted to sit up, maybe read a bit or listen to the wireless, but the potions made him sleepy and sluggish, and all he'd managed to do really was eat and then go back to napping. Eat, nap, nap, potion, nap, potion, eat, nap, nap, potion, eat, nap, sleep, and repeat. A day at Saint Mungo's.

Fleur'd gone to get herself some lunch and to check in with Gringotts (who'd kindly given her a few weeks reduced hours to spend more time with Bill). Groggy and bored with the hospital, Bill tried to strain his neck to get a look at his leg. He couldn't really feel it or move it, and the Healers had said little about what kind of function he'd expect to regain. They'd said even less about what the implication of a non-transformed werewolf bite would be except that they didn't expect he'd transform. The full moon was still two full weeks away, so Bill was trying not to dwell on the possible outcomes.

He was just beginning to doze off again when he heard the door. Technically it was visiting hours, but he'd seen most of his family recently and wasn't expecting anyone but Fleur. It was with both delight and great surprise that he saw Percy standing in the door.

"Hey!" he croaked, trying to shift a little to see his brother better. "C'mon in; I won't bite."