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Tweak says, "Y yo a ti, Cas"

rockstar_badger (rockstar_badger) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-05-24 21:37:00

Entry tags:

!1998: 05, !incomplete, alfred cattermole, wayne hopkins

WHO: Wayne Hopkins & Alfie Cattermole
WHAT: the first wayward badger comes home
WHERE: Hufflepuff Common Room
WHEN: backdated: 19 May, late evening
WARNINGS/RATING: R for cursing and mangled body parts
STATUS: Open

Red. Red was the color of his dream. Red, orange, yellow. Fire. Heat. The heat of every nerve in his body firing at once, every synapse opening, electricity and heat and sheer pain flowing and flying and stabbing...

His eyes shot open. Each breath was quick and shallow, as if he wanted to take in oxygen but was guarding against what else might be in that air he was breathing. But there was no stench, no foul tang in the air. And his tongue, his mouth, was so dry, as if even drinking the Thames dry wouldn't cure it. He shivered, from pain, from cold, from fear.

He tried to calm his mind, to try to gauge his situation. He was on his back... For the first time in a while. He was on something soft... Again, a missed comfort. Obviously, he wasn't... wherever he had been. His mind was a mud bog...

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	rockstar_badger 2010-06-02 01:52 am UTC (link)
	Wayne tried to take a deep, calming, cleansing breath, but it only prompted more sobbing. "I don't know who it was," he said, trying through his sobs to regain his composure. "And all I want right now... is to get to the hospital wing." He started to twist, to try to move himself off the sofa, but he was just too weak, and reached out for Alfie to brace him. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	alfiecat 2010-06-02 02:00 am UTC (link)
	Alfie was quick to move, a long arm wrapping around his mate's shoulders and trying to help him up from the bed. "It's after curfew, but ...." Alfie thought with Wayne in this state, no one would stop them, right. "We can go, come on." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rockstar_badger 2010-06-02 02:17 am UTC (link)
	"Just... Slow, yeah?" Wayne said, trying to put weight on a right leg that had been snapped several times in several places and reassembled with no regard to correct human anatomy. "And... put something over my hand. Like a pillowcase or something. I... I can't look at it." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

alfiecat
2010-06-02 02:20 am UTC (link)

Alfie hadn't looked at his hand closely before, but now it looked like his fingers were all at the wrong angles, and Alfie winced but then took out his wand, transfiguring a sweets wrapper in his pocket into a light towel - one of the things he knew he could manage, bad at wandwork or no, because towels came in handy and he'd practiced that one more than others.

He wrapped it around Wayne's hand gently. "Pomfrey will set you right, mate," He tried to sound reassuring.

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