Cecilia; The Update

[lavender_x]

It was a rough first day for Lavender. She didn't like hospitals. She didn't like being sick. Lavender felt trapped in her hospital bed, unable to leave or get fresh air. That was, of course, when she was conscious and fully aware of what was going on, which wasn't often

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[ccecilia]

The overnight room at the hospital was not the most comfortable of spaces. It was cramped and warm and often picked up on all of the noises from the nearby wards - but it was dark and had soft pillows. It was enough for any weary Healer to fall asleep after a long and grueling shift. Cecilia had not dared to leave the hospital as long as Lavender was battling her fever. So, she curled up in the top bunk, doing her best to let herself get even a few hours.

She was up half the night working through Lavender's test results.

The Rinse Draught only lasted so long and until her body had released all the toxins, it would need to be administered frequently. She made sure that Lavender was well attended to all through the night and checked in on her, herself, every hour or so. She thought it sweet that Roger was there every time she returned.

Now, it was time to see if Lavender was awake. Cecilia knew she had an awful lot to explain to her.

[lavender_x]

"You were here last night...when I came in," Lavender said slowly, a few images rushing back to her. She closed her eyes and pressed her fingers to her forehead, trying to make sense of the scattered memories she had.

As the Healer came closer, Lavender recognized her as Cecilia Jacobs, a witch she had classes with at Hogwarts. The girl certainly looked different now than she did in her Slytherin robes. But, then again, Lavender looked different herself - covered in sweat and blood with bruises up and down her body.

[ccecilia]

Cecilia had managed to sneak in a quick shower before making her rounds this morning. With her blond hair pulled back into a messy plait and freshly laundered St. Mungo's robes on, she smelled faintly of lavender. She never felt completely awake until that first hot shower of the day. She frowned slightly as she took in Lavender's appearance.

The bruises were darker than they were the night previous and there were still speckles of blood around Lavender's eyes. She offered the woman a soft smile.

"I was," she nodded. "Do you mind if we get you cleaned up? It might make you feel a little bit better."

She moved toward the sink in the corner, grabbing a fresh cloth and running it under the warm water.

[lavender_x]

Lavender nodded, unsure what the exactly meant. She had never stayed at St. Mungos before and all of a sudden an image of a full out sponge bath crossed her mind.

"My dignity is probably already shot so I might as well smell a little better," she answered, her half-hearted attempt at a joke. When Lavender didn't know whether to laugh or cry...she usually made bad jokes. It was clear she was confused and uncomfortable.