The Morning After
Ooc : Remus, where are you?
The sun shone through the high vaulted windows, and filtered into the mostly silent room. A haggard, willowy looking man stood beside a bed, his face grim. “He almost didn’t make it through the night.” He told to woman standing next to him. “I had to revive him a couple of times when he started to drowned in his blood.” He turned to her, taking in her pristine clothes and severe hair style. “Pomfrey, you’ll need to have him in sight at all times. He doesn’t have the strength to fight or make noise when anything starts to happen to him. I almost lost him because of that.” He looked around, almost as if to make certain of where he was. “I’m just going to lie down on another cot, and sleep for a little while. Wake me if you need anything.” With that said, he walk to the far end of the hospital wing and laid himself down slowly, as if in pain. With his back to the other occupants of the room, he fell asleep quickly.
Time passed slowly, and almost anti-climactically. There were no coughing fits, or near death experiences. Time wore on, and the sun rose higher into the sky.
It was just about noon when Lucifer finally woke. He lay still for a few moments, trying to figure out where he was. When he finally recognized that he was in the hospital wing, he realized something must be wrong. Knowing that in all likelihood it had something to do with his lungs, he decided not to try speaking. Instead he looked around, to see if there was anything h within reaching distance that he could throw. Seeing a cup on his bed stand, he tried to reach for it. The distance was too much for him, and he started to cough. He wrestled with his unresponsive body, trying to turn onto his side before he passed out or drowned in his own blood.
The sun shone through the high vaulted windows, and filtered into the mostly silent room. A haggard, willowy looking man stood beside a bed, his face grim. “He almost didn’t make it through the night.” He told to woman standing next to him. “I had to revive him a couple of times when he started to drowned in his blood.” He turned to her, taking in her pristine clothes and severe hair style. “Pomfrey, you’ll need to have him in sight at all times. He doesn’t have the strength to fight or make noise when anything starts to happen to him. I almost lost him because of that.” He looked around, almost as if to make certain of where he was. “I’m just going to lie down on another cot, and sleep for a little while. Wake me if you need anything.” With that said, he walk to the far end of the hospital wing and laid himself down slowly, as if in pain. With his back to the other occupants of the room, he fell asleep quickly.
Time passed slowly, and almost anti-climactically. There were no coughing fits, or near death experiences. Time wore on, and the sun rose higher into the sky.
It was just about noon when Lucifer finally woke. He lay still for a few moments, trying to figure out where he was. When he finally recognized that he was in the hospital wing, he realized something must be wrong. Knowing that in all likelihood it had something to do with his lungs, he decided not to try speaking. Instead he looked around, to see if there was anything h within reaching distance that he could throw. Seeing a cup on his bed stand, he tried to reach for it. The distance was too much for him, and he started to cough. He wrestled with his unresponsive body, trying to turn onto his side before he passed out or drowned in his own blood.