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WHEN: Week 01, 'Big Bang Theory', Tuesday December 5th, 9.56 AM
WHERE: Hospital Wing
WHO: Edward, with Sorrows
Edward cursed himself for being where he was. For Merlin’s sake, he belonged back in his classroom with the students, teaching them and protecting them. Though, how good of a protector was he? He couldn’t even protect himself from the Death Eaters. And only with the help of Mac did he even make it to the Hospital Wing.
Merlin’s beard, Edward was a disgrace.
He winced at the sharp tingling in his chest, and he was tempted to adjust the tight bandages that were bound across his wounded chest and abdomen, but he was ultimately afraid of making it worse. Was he ever going to get out of here?
The lovely Madame Pomfrey had told Edward that he was going to have to stay here for a few more days, recovering from the massive blood loss and the curse scars inflicted upon him. Edward sighed and let his head fall back against the pillows. He wanted to sleep so badly, but he couldn’t manage to do so. His wounds and the morning light filtering in from the windows prevented this.
He didn’t even want the breakfast that was waiting for him on the otherwise empty bedside table.
WHERE: Hospital Wing
WHO: Edward, with Sorrows
Edward cursed himself for being where he was. For Merlin’s sake, he belonged back in his classroom with the students, teaching them and protecting them. Though, how good of a protector was he? He couldn’t even protect himself from the Death Eaters. And only with the help of Mac did he even make it to the Hospital Wing.
Merlin’s beard, Edward was a disgrace.
He winced at the sharp tingling in his chest, and he was tempted to adjust the tight bandages that were bound across his wounded chest and abdomen, but he was ultimately afraid of making it worse. Was he ever going to get out of here?
The lovely Madame Pomfrey had told Edward that he was going to have to stay here for a few more days, recovering from the massive blood loss and the curse scars inflicted upon him. Edward sighed and let his head fall back against the pillows. He wanted to sleep so badly, but he couldn’t manage to do so. His wounds and the morning light filtering in from the windows prevented this.
He didn’t even want the breakfast that was waiting for him on the otherwise empty bedside table.