Closed; A Trip To St. Mungo's
It had been a long week, a long winter actually, and Lavender was happy that Roger had a bit of a break in his Quidditch schedule so that they could spend the weekend in and start to pack while they played movies in the background. The majority of her things were still in boxes, all piled up in the corner along with their wedding gifts just taking up space, so there actually wasn't too much to do.
It was just after dinner that Lavender started to feel under the weather, terrible stomach pains shooting through her like she was being turned inside out. She just couldn't concentrate on anything, not sure if she was coming down with the flu or worn out, and went to bed before the sun even went down. There was a flush in her cheeks, so much so that she had to put an ice pack on top of her pillow just to fall asleep at all, little beads of sweat brimming her brow as she finally dozed off.
She slept restlessly but at least she was sleeping, tossing and turning with only a thin sheet draped over her. The comforter was stifling and she had kicked it off to Roger's side early on in the night.
When Lavender woke up her head was pounding and Roger was sleeping soundly behind her, the sun had just started to rise and there were small rays of light streaming through the curtains. She pulled herself up slowly as she pulled the sheet off of her, feeling something warm and damp there between her legs.
Her heart jumped, a lump rising in her throat as she pressed her fingers to her thigh, the sickeningly sticky smell of metallic fill her head.
"R-Roger. Roger, wake up," she started, nudging him with her arm. She didn't dare get out of bed, didn't want to make her way to the bathroom or even turn on the lights. It felt like the entire room was spinning.
"Roger. Please- I think something's wrong-"
It was just after dinner that Lavender started to feel under the weather, terrible stomach pains shooting through her like she was being turned inside out. She just couldn't concentrate on anything, not sure if she was coming down with the flu or worn out, and went to bed before the sun even went down. There was a flush in her cheeks, so much so that she had to put an ice pack on top of her pillow just to fall asleep at all, little beads of sweat brimming her brow as she finally dozed off.
She slept restlessly but at least she was sleeping, tossing and turning with only a thin sheet draped over her. The comforter was stifling and she had kicked it off to Roger's side early on in the night.
When Lavender woke up her head was pounding and Roger was sleeping soundly behind her, the sun had just started to rise and there were small rays of light streaming through the curtains. She pulled herself up slowly as she pulled the sheet off of her, feeling something warm and damp there between her legs.
Her heart jumped, a lump rising in her throat as she pressed her fingers to her thigh, the sickeningly sticky smell of metallic fill her head.
"R-Roger. Roger, wake up," she started, nudging him with her arm. She didn't dare get out of bed, didn't want to make her way to the bathroom or even turn on the lights. It felt like the entire room was spinning.
"Roger. Please- I think something's wrong-"