Shades of purgatory[1]

[Kingsley Shacklebolt]

**Kingsley apparated steps away from Purge & Douse Ltd. He was fatigued and filthy like he never been in his life. His robes were ripped almost entirely from his torso. The Auror had long and ugly scars traveling along his neck and his body was no longer tall, but curved and beaten. Entering that window seemed a life & death struggle but once he landed down both of his weakened feet on the exterior of the hospital and glanced at those dirty, cleaved, shabby and beautiful red-bricked wall, he felt himself overwhelmed by this one idea. He had survived.**

Just... a few... more... steps...

**His tall legs shivered**

Then everything... will be... alright.

**When he collapsed, someone noticed him**