Broken Wrist- Aftermath of the Attack

[jamesbryce]

James had seen the commotion from outside of his compartment where he was sitting on the last carriage of the Hogwarts Express. He had just gotten up to get a better look through the glass when the train came to a sudden halt causing all of his, and his companion's belongings to jolt out of the overhead. The door had slammed open so violently that the glass had shattered into the room.

His own problem, however was his wrist. He had been standing, tall and gangly, when the train stopped, throwing him to the ground. He had put his arms out to stop the fall, and only succeeded in a hand full of glass and snapping his wrist. Though, he had saved himself from hitting his head on the bench.

He had been ushered up to the castle immediately, however, James waited a while to go into the hospital wing, as he was sure there were people who were worse off than he was. He had even seen one being carried off. He hadn't seen his sister yet in the commotion, but he was sure she was fine. Someone would have told him, if she weren't, wouldn't they?

Wiping blood from his bleeding hand on his trousers, hesitantly, James pushed the door to the hospital wing open with his left arm, his right in the makeshift sling he had created with his torn robes, for he had been standing on them when he fell.

Inside the hospital wing was apparent chaos. He felt similar inside. He was scared, and wished for someone to talk to, but he wouldn't ever say that out loud.

There were people running from side to side. He stood there dumbly, holding his wrist, waiting for instructions on what to do next.

[poppy]

There were too man injuries. Far far to many, and she alone was expected to keep up with them. How could those horrible Death Eaters do this to poor children. First Diagon Alley and now the train. Harming adults, knowing the danger they were in was one thing, but the poor students, some of them too young to even realize the state of things.
Madam Pomfrey bustled around the Hospital Wing thinking such and similar thoughts to herself as she carefully tended to the new students coming in from the train attacks and handling those still left over from the attacks in Diagon Alley. As much as he hated it, there were a few who suffered the attack in August who still had not been able to heal themselves completely and needed to return for regular visits.

The Hogwarts Healer was moving quickly with a handful of newly rolled bandages when she saw a new wounded student arrive, and after she dropped a bandage off at a bed where she knew one would need to be changed within the hour she proceeded forward to the new student.
"Let me see it." She said with a hint of authority in her voice. Not exactly waiting for an answer she reached forward and very carefully pulled the boy's arm into view. She didn't exactly say words for a moment, instead she examined carefully, mumbling 'hmmm,' and 'ahh' as she did.

"Well, we can fix up that cut in a moment or two, but I'm afraid you are going to have to stay a for the afternoon a new bottle of Skele-Gro can be mixed. The ingredients should be ready in an hour or two."