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Post by Morgana Knightley on Feb 17, 2009 23:17:04 GMT
*sighs with enourmous relief at the news and is about to say something when Silvery embraces her*
*shakes her head*
No, we should both go. He's in good hands, Silvery. There's nothing you can do to help him in your present state.
Besides, don't you have someone to er...go home to?
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Feb 17, 2009 23:20:42 GMT
*gasps*
Draco!
*remembers having to stand him up on their big date and how upset he must be*
Yes, I should go explain but...
*turns to look at Miles again with worry*
What if he...
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Feb 17, 2009 23:23:22 GMT
*interrupts her, sadly looking at him too but shaking her head again*
He won't be waking up anytime soon. You know that.
*gently takes her by the arm and starts to lead her out of the ward*
Come on. We'll see him again in the morning.
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Feb 17, 2009 23:26:28 GMT
*reluctantly lets herself be led back out into the waiting area, where she collapses on a chair and, not able to hold back anymore, breaks down*
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Feb 17, 2009 23:29:24 GMT
*gulps as watches Silvery fall apart*
No Silvery, don't do this. You're going to make me break down too. This can't be helpful.
*sighs and sits on the chair next to her, fighting back her own tears*
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Feb 17, 2009 23:33:25 GMT
But this is all my fault! He did this to himself because of me! It's always because of me.
*mutters in almost a whisper, her red face wet with tears*
I'm the real poison here.
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Feb 17, 2009 23:37:23 GMT
*rolls her eyes as wipes her tears with the sleeve of her robes*
You can't be serious! Are you really that dense? You're not his poison, you're his reason for living! He lives and breathes you. That's why I never stood a chance. And that's why you'll have to admit to yourself how much you love him and save him once and for all.
*sees the look of shock on her face and nods*
Yeah, I hate to say it but its the truth. I don't know what the hell it is that binds you to Draco, but we both know how you really feel about Miles. You need to have a deep look inside yourself and decide who you can't live without. Because he...
*points at the ward doors*
...has already decided.
*stands up and floos out of there without another word*
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Feb 17, 2009 23:42:30 GMT
*is left speechless, Morgana's deep cutting words tearing her up inside as watches her leave with shocked eyes*
*covers her wet face with her hands trying to make sense of all that's gone on and slowly realising that perhaps she's right...that she may not be able to live without Miles. But can she say the same about Draco?*
*feels her heart breaking at the thought of losing either one forever - Could she make such a decision? Is she strong enough to do what deep down inside she knows she has to do?*
*her thoughts are broken by the sudden entrance of someone else in need of medical attention*
*stands up and takes a deep breath, telling herself that she needs to at least go home and get some rest - she's too weak and shaken to think clearly right now*
*floos back to the manor*
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Post by Hippocrates Smethwyck on Feb 21, 2009 15:40:17 GMT
~The next day~
*Goes to check on the OD patient first thing in the morning, takes some readings from his mediwand, writing them down on the patients records - still a little concerned since his heartbeat is lower than the average BPM despite it being stable now and no sign of waking from his comatose state*
*Relieves the mediwitch from her night shift duty and sends another in her place before leaving to see to his other patients*
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Feb 21, 2009 16:15:04 GMT
*walks into the reception area, holding a small flower arrangement as a token of her concern, and approaches the desk*
Excuse me Miss. Has Miles Bletchley been moved into a room yet?
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Feb 21, 2009 16:17:31 GMT
*floos into the room just a few seconds later, seeming calmer but still looking a bit pale and unrested*
Hello Morgana.
*looks at the flowers she's holding and wonders why she didn't think of doing the same, makes a mental note to bring him something meaningful next time she visits*
Have you heard anything yet?
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Feb 21, 2009 16:23:35 GMT
*shakes her head*
No. I only just got here. But I left my information with them last night so they could contact me with any new developments. I didn't hear from them so I guess nothing has changed.
*turns back to the receptionist*
Hem, hem.. Bletchley's room please?
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Feb 21, 2009 16:35:35 GMT
*frowns, yet something else she regrets not thinking about - puts it down to the fact that she was just too distraught last night*
I guess no news is better than bad news.
*sighs and turns to the lady as well, awaiting her reply*
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Feb 21, 2009 16:42:29 GMT
*turns back to Silvery as the lady searches through the long list of patients on her scroll of parchment*
Yeah, that's what I was thinking too. Let's just hope that...
*the receptionist, a different one from last night, interrups*
~ Mr. Miles Bletchley has been placed in room 13 of the poison ward. Right through those doors on your left. ~
*she gives them a forced smile and returns to her filing*
*nods at her, noticing the mess of parchments on her desk*
Thanks.
*points at the scattered papers*
You should learn some organisational skills, by the way. The incompetence in this place is frightful, really.
*rolls her eyes at her and starts for the ward doors*
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Feb 21, 2009 16:53:55 GMT
*is already through the doors and searching for his room before Morgana is done speaking*
*finds the number over the door and stops, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for whatever she might find*
Room thirteeen? Good thing I'm not superstitious.
*slowly pushes open the door and enters, finding a mediwitch standing next to his seemingly sleeping body and pressing a wand to his heart, probably checking his vital signs*
How is he doing?
*the mediwitch steps aside and puts away her wand then says...*
"He's stable, but his heart rate is still very weak. We don't expect him to wake anytime soon. I'm not very experienced yet but I'd say he's in a deep coma right now. Though that's for the Healer to decide."
*frowns*
A coma? But...why? Did you guys replenish his blood? Did you check his brain for damage?
*is now panicking again, worried that he may never come out of this*
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