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[guppy_sandhu]

[ooc: After this.]

Miniver Cheevy is in one bed, partially sedated and under observation.

Guppy is keeping an eye on him, based mainly in the office but coming every half an hour or less to check him.

[ooc: Visiting post for Miniver.]

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[dragonofgrey]

There's a wizard here now. Finally as it were. After much pacing and considering. And discussion.

He still looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. Never cared for the place. Was here too much last year when his mind fell apart. And being back here now, among all these machines didn't help.

Not like he could do anything. He gazed down at Miniver, his blank expression masking a multitude of emotions.

[cheevy]

There's a blankness in Miniver's eyes also... an unseeing quality. He's not asleep, but he is drugged. Trouble is, the drugs don't make it all go away. They just make his body less likely to kill itself with the physical stress of reacting to constant overstimulation.

He looks like hell. He doesn't see Draco. His mind is focused INTENTLY on the fact that he's starting to see things that he is aware, on some level, do not exist.

[dragonofgrey]

He hated this. He shouldn't be here. He couldn't do anything.

Draco turned to leave, only to knock into a IV stand (an UNUSED one) nearby, causing some noise.

[cheevy]

Miniver BOLTS upright, and almost immediately folds over coughing. There's nothing in his stomach to empty, otherwise it would. After a few seconds, he sits there panting, gasping for breath and almost gagging on it, tears streaking his pale cheeks.

[whychoosefear]

After receiving Guppy's note, Paul asked for directions to the infirmary.

He takes a seat next to Miniver's bed.

[cheevy]

Miniver is in a sort of half-asleep drugged-up state. It takes a few moments for him to recognize Paul. When he does, he gives him half a smile.

"You didn't haveta come. Jus' wanted someone to know where I was."

[whychoosefear]

"It's never pleasant being ill and alone," Paul observes. "How are you feeling?"

[cheevy]

"Like shit." And he looks it. "Told Draco I'd stop drinking." He winces as his head pounds.

[hysteriaprone]

Roderick had found his way to the infirmary with ease. He needed bandages for the wounds on his arms and had, after much dismay, found that torn up fabric would not suffice to stop blood from leaking out.

His eyes fell upon Miniver just as he was about to leave, and his head tilted with morbid curiosity.

[cheevy]

Miniver is sitting with his body pressed into the corner, hugging his knees to his chest and panting. His hair covers his eyes, partly matted onto his forehead from sweat.

"Go back. Go back under." He seems to be talking to the crumpled blanket. "I don't want to look at you."

[hysteriaprone]

He knows this man, he's seen him before, but when?

Gently, Roderick takes a few steps toward him - slowly, cautiously - and remains completely silent.

[cheevy]

He's shaking badly. His breath comes in gasps that are almost sobs. It's too loud. Everything is too loud. The sound of Roderick's footsteps, as quiet as they are, startles him. He peers through the curtain of his hair and whimpers quietly.

"Have you come to stop my heart?" he asks, his voice strangled.

DAY THREE...

[cheevy]

He is quiet.

Heavier sedatives calm him, sometimes he almost sleeps.

The clock is ticking...

Re: DAY THREE...

[dragonofgrey]

Who knows when it showed up, and he was likely out of it at the time.

But there was now a model dragon of an Ukrainian Ironbelly, occasionally roaring on the table nearby. The eyes were small pinpricks of red against metallic grey scales.

There was also a charm spell that the wizard just set up with a pair of singing birds, perched on the end of the bar. Varying shades of colors on the feathers that blended into one other.

He then sat down at a seat nearby the bed.

[cheevy]

It's the birds that get his attention first. Probably the first things he's seen that are not terrifying in the past 24 hours or so. He's managed to actually sleep for a while, which has cleared his head a little. His vision is blurry, there are still sensations of things not really there, but for the moment, he can see what is and isn't and more or less distinguish them in his mind. He shifts onto his side and sees the dragon, and smiles. Sees both dragons.

"Hi," he says quietly. His voice is still raggedy. He looks like hell -- he hasn't had anything to eat or drink in over 48 hours. But he sees.

[dragonofgrey]

Draco quietly replied, "Thought you could use a little more company." The dragon curled around, and roared with a tiny jet of flame. Less than a lighter really.

[fallen_april]

He was asleep when April came in.

Which is why the chair next to his bed is currently occupied by a bohemian, sleeping fitfully herself. (She still isn't sleeping well.)

She's like to wake up if he makes any noise, though.

[cheevy]

There's nothing in Miniver's stomach to throw up and hasn't been for days, but that doesn't keep it from trying. Pleasant noise to wake up to.

[fallen_april]

She's woken up to it ringing in her ears often enough the past couple weeks. It's better when you're not the one feeling it.

She scrubs at her eyes a little and reaches out automatically to rub Miniver's back.

[cheevy]

It passes soon enough, leaving him clutching his stomach and panting, almost sobbing, shaking like a leaf.