and Draco still wasn't happy about it. He wanted stitches out, and to be able to get up again. Just to get outside and get some fresh air at least would be enough
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"Friend or family?" she asks as she sits on the bed next to him and smiles. "Star and Misery are family, after all, and they are only doing what you asked for. Helping."
Moon looks him over, thinking him too pale and looking a bit thin.
"Family then. But Star helped me mood-wise more than Misery."
And he was pale. At least the grey tinge had faded after the first day or so, and he hadn't been eating much before the fight. And now he'd been sleeping too much, and hadn't felt up to food really. So he was still a but fatigued.
"I should, yes. Been saying that for a while now. Not enough fresh air in here."
"From what I understand, those are supposed to stay in your shoulder for about four weeks, and then they are cut and pulled out of the skin," she says pleasantly.
Yes, but between the pain, and sleeping off and on, he'd be lucky to guess the day right. Much less previous conversations.
He carefully opened it, and took a sip. The saltiness hit him first, and then there was some kind of fruit that he couldn't quite place. Something tropical. There was a vague earthiness to the flavour as well. Wasn't sure if he liked it, but didn't have much choice.
Certainly not going to sit for four to six weeks here, that was for sure. So he continued to drink.
"How do you feel? Tell me if you get a sudden stomach cramp, cause that's bad and I'd... well, I don't know what I'd do other than apologize to Miniver for the dead body in his bed."
Draco gave her a look, but then winced. It didn't hurt a lot, but it was unpleasant. Too much warmth on the wounds, and he shifted as it started to tingle and itch. He tried not to scratch, but it was hard not to.
"Well... I never know with you. You might kick off just to annoy me."
But she gives him a charitable smile.
"Let's see how this is going."
Moon pulls down the blankets and pulls off the bandages, eyeing the wounds carefully. After a few moments, she runs her fingers over his shoulder, the stitches falling from the thin, white scar now there instead of an open wound.
His stomach was the same.
"Good! It worked. I wondered if it would." Moon looks up at him. "Feeling any better? It's a healing and restorative water from a world where the river is highly coveted."
Draco weakly replied, "You're kidding right? Despite all that, I'm not in a hurry to die. I could have just rushed back to the Dark Lord in my world if I wanted that."
He took in a few deep breaths, and checked over himself. He then slowly nodded, "Like one of Madam Pomfrey's potions. Thank you."
"You look positively miserable, Draco," Moon says, coming to his bedside.
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Moon looks him over, thinking him too pale and looking a bit thin.
"You should be outside."
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And he was pale. At least the grey tinge had faded after the first day or so, and he hadn't been eating much before the fight. And now he'd been sleeping too much, and hadn't felt up to food really. So he was still a but fatigued.
"I should, yes. Been saying that for a while now. Not enough fresh air in here."
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She smiles a little enigmatically at him.
"And have you learned your lesson from stitches, morphine, and bedrest?"
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"FOUR WEEKS????"
That's it. Muggles are far more barbaric than he ever suspected.
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She pulls a small, corked bottle from the folds of her skirts. It's clear, and what's inside it looks thick and pearly lavender.
"However, if you have learned your lesson from all of this, I suppose I can give you this."
Moon doesn't hand over the bottle yet, just lets him see it in her lap.
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And he did sound sincerely sorry actually.
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Wasn't he listening to her last time? Potions weren't her thing.
But there are worlds whose waters have healing and resorative properties. She just... stopped off at one for him.
Moon hands over the bottle. "I wouldn't just kick it back, mind you. It's a bit thick. And it might take a minute or two to do its thing."
She has no idea what it tastes like, but it was pretty.
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He carefully opened it, and took a sip. The saltiness hit him first, and then there was some kind of fruit that he couldn't quite place. Something tropical. There was a vague earthiness to the flavour as well. Wasn't sure if he liked it, but didn't have much choice.
Certainly not going to sit for four to six weeks here, that was for sure. So he continued to drink.
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"How do you feel? Tell me if you get a sudden stomach cramp, cause that's bad and I'd... well, I don't know what I'd do other than apologize to Miniver for the dead body in his bed."
More watching.
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But she gives him a charitable smile.
"Let's see how this is going."
Moon pulls down the blankets and pulls off the bandages, eyeing the wounds carefully. After a few moments, she runs her fingers over his shoulder, the stitches falling from the thin, white scar now there instead of an open wound.
His stomach was the same.
"Good! It worked. I wondered if it would." Moon looks up at him. "Feeling any better? It's a healing and restorative water from a world where the river is highly coveted."
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He took in a few deep breaths, and checked over himself. He then slowly nodded, "Like one of Madam Pomfrey's potions. Thank you."
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