Icy Fingers (Open, Draco Malfoy)

[Sylvan Thails]

*Sylvan and a one soaking Draco Malfoy covered in her white robes Apparated into the Apparate Point of St. Mungo's. Her voice calling out loud and clear as she looks up not knowing what to expect.*

I need a healer! The boy has been submerged in a cold lake and was in the presence of a Dementor.

*Nodding and stepping back as Healers stepped in and she left them to their expertise. Moving to reception.*

There was an attack upon Malfoy Manner by those bast- by the Death Eaters. You should expect some injured to be coming in.

*Her charge, however, was Draco and Sylvan would not allow him to be taken directly from her sight. She had a good deal of respect for Lucius and knows that he would want it this way.*

[Augustus Pye]

*just when he thought he was ready for a little break his card starts vibrating again*

Yikes, what a day!

*after a look at the state of the wizard he conjures a large mug of steaming hot chocolate and adresses the woman*

Please make him drink this, I'll be back in a moment. If there was an attack I'll better inform healer Smethwyk!

*runs out and leaves word at the reception to call for the healer-in-charge and picks up on his way back a flask of Pepper-up-potion*

*enters the room with the hypothermic and exhausted wizard again*

Ah good, he's swallowed the drink!

*drapes a silver-glittering plaid over the man*

That's a muggle thing, it works well to heat up undercooled bodies!

*shoves the Pepper-up into the witches hand*

You would oblige me if you spoon this into him, I am needed, if there will be more injured coming in.

*sighs and runs out of the room, wondering if he will get any sleep in the next 36 hrs*

[Sylvan Thails]

*Sylvan was still wearing the black and white dress of the ball, though she herself had her own injuries. She sat on the chair and had the hem of her skirt bunched up at her knees. That evil witch had cast a Severing Charm at her ankles to remove her from her feet. Luckily her boots had absorbed the very worst of it, but the tops of each foot were lacerated nicely. The boots cast off to one side as she had found some supplies to tend the injuries.*

*Taken aback when Augustus handed her over the Pepper-Up potion and nods her head once.She twists off the cap and walks over to Draco. Sylvan has the bedside manners of a troll as she moves to tilt Draco's head back and turns the potion up to get him to drink it.*

*Once it's administered, she returns to her seat.*

[Draco Malfoy]

*splutters suddenly, a few dribbles of the Pepper Up burns down his chin, and his head lolls forward with a groaning sound coming from his lips*

*his head does not move again, but the tips of his fingers curl around the silver material around him weakly*

[Sylvan Thails]

*Sylvan watches Draco for a moment before she stands and pulls the silvery blanket tighter around Draco and grabbing the blanket from another bed and pulling that around him as well. She pulls out her wand and begins a drying spell over him with a bit of a shake of her head. Healers had no common sense.*

*She sits down beside Draco's bed and watches him a moment before she leans back in the chair and her eyes slip close. Her body ached for the effort of the ball and everything had gone smoothly. Well...everything but Fenrir killing that girl. She took some solace in the fact she'd humiliated the proud wold utterly. What a mess.*

[Narcissa Malfoy]

*Apparates by her sons bedside and rushes up to him*

*Doesn't see Sylvan nearby*

Oh Draco, what have they done to you?

*Sweeps his hair from his face*

[Sylvan Thails]

*Sylvan stepped back when Narcissa apparated in. Bowing her head as she speaks calmly to the worried mother.*

The Healer gave me this to get him to drink...He's also drank a cup of drinking chocolate so the Dementor's chill will fade quickly. Now...I'm sure he's just cold. The blanket is supposed to help him. I will leave him to your capable hands, Lady Malfoy.

*Sylvan offered a soft smile and pressed the Pepper Up Potion into her hands and bows as she takes a step back.*

I will send word to my father, Lady Black and the repairs to Malfoy Manor will be in excellent hands. Of that you have my word. My father's servants will be at your direction.

*She bowed again and turned to leave, her body dropping into the green and purple smoke and a loud crack was heard as she Apparated away.*

[Narcissa Malfoy]

*Takes the potion from Sylvan*

My greatful thanks for taking care of my son.

*Smiles vaguely*

I'm sure Lucius will sort out our home.

*Turns to her son, trying to rise him as Sylvan leaves*

[Draco Malfoy]

*feels gentle arms around him, trying to lift him to his feet. Determination more than anything made him attempt to stand up fully, though his chest felt heavy and as if it had a dagger through it*

*his eyes opened and looked at his mother - though dark circles surrounded them and his low eyelids made him look as weak as he wouldn't care to admit, his eyes were no longer glassy*

*Shivers as he whispers*

Get me home... hate hospital....

[Silvery Bletchley]

Silvery knows this visit will be less than welcome, but she was told that Draco had been hurt during the fiasco at the manor and like it or not it is her job to make sure that all Death Eaters are properly healed. After taking care of the few injured at NU, she reluctantly floos into St. Mungo's and makes her way to Draco's room, dreading the encounter...their first in over a year.

*stops outside the partially open door and takes a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for what may come*

*steps inside, immediately recognising Narcissa although her back is to her, but not sure if Draco is conscious or not*

*politely bows her head*

Good evening Mrs. Malfoy. I'm sorry to interrupt but I'm here to make sure that Draco is alright, given the incompetence of this place and all.

*taking a couple of steps closer she realises that Draco is actually up and seemingly okay, although still extremely pale and weak*

Hello Draco. I'm glad to see you're still with us. I guess this visit wasn't necessary after all.

*wants to leave immediately but decides to be polite and let him speak, confident that he can't deny her superior healing powers and the fact that she could have actually made a difference if it had come to that. Alright...perhaps not all that confident, but curious about his reaction at least.*