InsaneJournal

Who: Draco & Theo
What: Scene Lottery! A bet is made, and someone ends up owing someone else more than they have at the moment
When: Later that day...
Where: Janus Thickey ward
Rating/Warning: Crazy!Theo, sadness!discussion



Another day, another battle of the lunch hour and Theo once again had battle scars after the fight. He'd lost this time, as he usually did, but he'd bitten an orderly before they'd managed to hex him and he'd managed to get his lip split for his trouble, mostly by accident. Mostly; the staff at St Mungo's were trained, but people had their limits and few could put up with getting bitten, especially by the spawn of a Death Eater, even more so when the patient's father had been directly responsible for the death of this orderly's grandparents.

Theo hated being fed and he hated that they stopped him from throwing up too. It hurt to do so, but he still bent over himself like he'd had his stomach ripped out and retched and gagged like if he did it long enough it would counter the potion and let him throw up; it never worked like that.

His mind swirled at times like these, the trauma of what he'd been through acting like a stick in a pond with a silt bottom, stirring up the dark drifts into clouds in his head and leaving him unsettled until they settled down by themselves. He curled himelf up into a small ball on his bed, whimpering; he missed Greg, even if he couldn't really remember who that was.