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Post by Ethan Hunter Potter on Mar 9, 2013 21:34:11 GMT -5
Stop smiling you little brat, Blackwell said to him. You won’t be smiling long once I kill your father right in front of you. At this, Ethan just kept the coldest look in his eyes his weak body could muster up, grinned a little and said, "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he spit blood out at Blackwell's feet. "You're not going to kill anyone you dumb pile of shit." Right after he said that, he felt the gut wrenching pain of the Cruciatus Curse once again and suddenly saw his Uncle Sirius and his best friend Claire busting into the room before everything went dark...
Upon arrival at St. Mungo's, the healers took Ethan one way, Sirius another and Claire panicking wouldn't leave Sirius's side. Ethan was still unconscious. Several hours later, they had him in a room, his left arm completely covered in thick bandages, every bone in that arm had been broken and one of the bones had penetrated the skin. They were all set to mend back together now, blood still seeping through being soaked up by the many bandages and that arm in a sling, angled to let his shoulder heal as well that had been torn out of the socket. His body was covered in cuts and bruises, ribs had been broken as well as his collar bone and his right leg in a few places. His left eye was swollen and dark purple and blue. Blackwell had definitely had his fun during the two weeks he had Ethan in his dungeons.
Claire had informed an auror that had met them at the hospital that Albus was tied up in his office, courtesies of his older brother and the auror had gone to free Albus and tell him what had happened. Ethan though, was still out cold. Then again, after two weeks of the only time he had slept being when he had passed out from pain, the fact that he was obviously lacking in nutrition and dehydrated beyond belief, the healers were amazed that his body had been able to endure everything it had gone through. Most people's bodies would have given up, their hearts would have stopped, in shock from not being taken care of properly. But if Ethan were awake his smart ass would have been telling them that if anything he should have died from withdraw sickness from the pills he so often did, the cigarettes and weed he smoked, the alcohol he consumed, all of which he had lacked during those two weeks as well.
The healers had done their best to make sure he was getting re-hydrated and given as much pain medication as they could possibly give him. They wanted him to be as comfortable as possible when he finally woke up. But right now, somewhere in his sub-conscience, he knew he was safe now and didn't have to wake up just yet. The moment he had passed out, when he had seen his Uncle and Claire, he knew he was going to finally get the hell out of there. The disappointment at first thought was that it was his uncle and not his dad there to save him. But honestly, he also knew that his uncle would protect his little brother, Ethan's father, at all costs and had probably forced him to stay behind. Ethan didn't necessarily care for his dad all that much, but he did know him well enough.
The room was dimly lit, the covers pulled up to his waist, covering the bandaged broken leg, hospital gown covering the bandages that were soaking up the last of the blood from the horrible cuts on his chest and back, as well as the dark bruising from his broken ribs, only his mangled arm and bruised face visible to anyone who came to visit. But for now, he slept. Rested. Something he had been terrified to try to do the entire time he was held captive, no matter how tough he had acted in front of Cato Blackwell...
words, 682
tags, albus!
notes, its ehhh. very rambley.
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Post by Albus Severus Potter on Sept 18, 2017 0:13:19 GMT -5
 Sirius had tied Albus to the damn chair. He had actually done it, that son of a bitch. He was going to kill Sirius himself when he got out of this predicament. One of the aurors he recognized came to untie Albus and let him know that Sirius and Ethan were back. He left there and went straight for Mungos. He would have to kill Sirius later, he wanted to check in on his son first. He put a mental note in his head to kill his brother later. He got there and Ethan was still being taken care off. He paced around the room worrying. Once Ethan was in a room, Albus stayed by his side. He wouldn’t leave the room, he wouldn’t eat. Nothing was more important than making sure Ethan was safe. It had been a few days since he last slept. He was still in his spot, in a chair by Ethan’s bed. Keily had come in there every so often trying to get Albus to leave for just a few minutes to eat, shower, or sleep. He wouldn’t though and he could tell she was worried about him. He had no idea if Ethan was just sleeping or if he was unconscious and wouldn’t wake up. Tears started to roll down his face again as he took Ethan’s hand. I am sorry son he said rubbing a finger over Ethan’s hand wishing he would wake up. Notes: Sorry this sucks but I wanted to get it done tonight <3 Tagged: Ethan Hunter Potter |
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