Act III - At the hospital
When Harry slowly regained consciousness the first thing he did was balling his hands to a fist. It was an automatic movement, not to beat anyone, but to keep the shaking out of them. It was only after a second that he realized they weren't trembling at all.
He felt tired, numb, but he didn't feel that strange sensation of floating in and out of conscious that sedatives caused. For a moment, he wasn't certain what to make of it.
Before opening his eyes he started piecing together the events that put him in this strange bed. And as he remembered he started feeling it. He remembered the fight and his knuckles started to ache, he remembered the hits he took and his head started pounding. He remembered and felt, the bruises on his knees and on his back, the pain in his nose. Was it broken?
When he opened his eyes everything came back to him. Across the room he saw his adversary lying in a bed. A red-haired ugly bastard. At least the mask was off. Better a red-haired ugly bastard than a moving ink-stain test.
He felt tired, numb, but he didn't feel that strange sensation of floating in and out of conscious that sedatives caused. For a moment, he wasn't certain what to make of it.
Before opening his eyes he started piecing together the events that put him in this strange bed. And as he remembered he started feeling it. He remembered the fight and his knuckles started to ache, he remembered the hits he took and his head started pounding. He remembered and felt, the bruises on his knees and on his back, the pain in his nose. Was it broken?
When he opened his eyes everything came back to him. Across the room he saw his adversary lying in a bed. A red-haired ugly bastard. At least the mask was off. Better a red-haired ugly bastard than a moving ink-stain test.