Post by kris on Sept 9, 2005 13:39:34 GMT
((This post takes place around the 15th September, when Kris wakes from coma for the first time. I just decided to put it up already, so 
I did it.))
Burning. With a thousands upon thousands of small little needles being poked into him. Someone ripping all the small cells of his body apart. Kris tried to think some other examples of how he felt but over the pounding in his head was unable to do. Everything around was dark. Not that dark was a right word. Starless and moonless night was dark. A cellar room with no candles lit was dark. This was black. Not a friendly black but Kris guessed that it was some reason for being ill. He recalled everything that had happened before. Teasing Dana on the Express back to school when Death Eaters came. Getting hit with some spell and then blankness.
The idea that he might be dead didn’t even cross Kris’s mind. Heaven would most certainly be much more comfortable than this. And Hell should be a lot warmer. Kris raised one his arms tiredly and rubbed hit temples. He was probably in the Hospital Wing in Hogwarts. A fact that would be changing soon. He’d get Pomfrey to give him something against the pain and then go and lick his wounds somewhere in solitude. The private inner yard of Hogwarts perhaps.
He’d first have to see how badly he was hurt however. Kris sat up slowly knowing from pesonal experience that rushing wouldn’t do any good. Stilling his movements for a moment Kris waited until his head stopped spinning around. He had been changed into a pair of pajama pants Kris noted. Into pants but without a blouse. Kris made a mental note to thank Dana sometime for remembering her personal sleeping preference. Slowly shifting his body tot he edge of the bed Kris placed his legs on the floor. His ubroken right hand found the bed-side table and taking a deep breath Kris stood up. Almost blacking up again because of the movement. He was trembling and his legs seemed to have been made out of watt. Clenching his mouth Kris tried to ignore his turning stomach while he held onto the bed-side table and waited to make sure he wouldn’t fall as soon as he’d let go of the bed-side table. Finding his wand on the table Kris gripped it tightly in his hand while letting out a few ragged breaths as breathing seemed difficult and a loody difficult task now as well.
Finally Kris slowly unclenched his fist holding onto the bed-side table. If no collapsing followed he slowly placed his hand on his bedposts of support while holding the other one protectively at his chest. Kris had never spent overly much time in the Hospital Wing, despising doctors. Luckily he was healthy and never actually needed Pomfrey’s help either. The couple of times he had broken a bone not coming into account. Kris closed his eyes – not that it darkened the room in any way – and tried to recall the plan of the Hospital Wing. There should be a small table with a mirror above it about 10 feet to the left. Or right? Kris wasn’t really sure on which side of the room his bed was positioned. However the direction left had came to his mind first and Kris decided to trust his first instinct.
With his teeth clenched Kris wondered why madam Pomfrey hadn’t growed his bone back together. It was painful and annoying procedure, but it didn’t take too much time. Maybe she just hadn’t wanted to make him swallow Skele-Gro while he was unconcious? It was a possibility. Slowly, focusing mostly on his turning stomach, Kris walked over the few steps. And was over-joyed when his fingers felt the smooth wood of the table he had been aiming towards. Kris let his head fall forwards and just waited a minute or two, letting the pain the seemed to be engraved into his whole body calm a bit. Walking had exerted the little strength Kris’s body possessed right now. Knowing he couldn’t just stand there this way for very long Kris raised his head again and vinced at the sharp pang of pain in his neck as his head seemed to be on the verge of exploding.
Slowly lifting his left hand Kris felt the smooth surface of a mirror under his finger-tips. But he still didn’t see anything because of the darkness. „Lumos,“ Kris whispered and knew instinctively that the spell had worked. The darkness didn’t change however. Kris felt a cold shiver travelling down his spine. The spell was emitting light – that much Kris knew from the familiar warmth in his hand around the wand. Yet he wasn’t able to see everything... after being hit by a Death Eaters curse... Kris felt even sicker than he had before swallwoing forcefully. Ignoring the fact his hand was shaking Kris raised his wand and muttered a spell.
„You lookd dreadful, boy,“ the magical mirror told Kris with a yawn.
„My eyes. Tell me what they look like,“ Kris almost whispered out. „Why, don’t yo know what your eyes look like? And you din’t say the magic word,“ came a snappish answer from the mirror and mentally Kris swore whoever had had the ’brilliant’ idea of putting a snappish mirror up into the Hospital Wing.
„Tell me. Breaking a mirror is bad luck. Want me to try it out on you?“ Kris threatened and would have laugehd at the idea of threatening a mirror. However it seemed to work as a moment later the metally voice of the mirror responded: „There is some sort of black, almost liquidy stuff over your eyes. Not even the whites show. It seems like liquid but it doesn’t flow out of your eyes. Weird really. You should really invent into some better-looking eyes.“
Kris didn’t listen to the mirror anymore. He knew the curse. Black liquidy cover over his eyes. Cover that couldn’t be removed. Kris was blind. For life as there wasn’t a cure for this.
His head falling forward Kris’s fist slammed onto the table. Rage burst upwards immidiately and as he was still gripping his wand a moment later all the windows in the Hospital Wing exploded in a resonant crash. Kris listened the almost musical jingle when shards of class fell onto the floor but he didn’t care. He was blind...
I did it.))Burning. With a thousands upon thousands of small little needles being poked into him. Someone ripping all the small cells of his body apart. Kris tried to think some other examples of how he felt but over the pounding in his head was unable to do. Everything around was dark. Not that dark was a right word. Starless and moonless night was dark. A cellar room with no candles lit was dark. This was black. Not a friendly black but Kris guessed that it was some reason for being ill. He recalled everything that had happened before. Teasing Dana on the Express back to school when Death Eaters came. Getting hit with some spell and then blankness.
The idea that he might be dead didn’t even cross Kris’s mind. Heaven would most certainly be much more comfortable than this. And Hell should be a lot warmer. Kris raised one his arms tiredly and rubbed hit temples. He was probably in the Hospital Wing in Hogwarts. A fact that would be changing soon. He’d get Pomfrey to give him something against the pain and then go and lick his wounds somewhere in solitude. The private inner yard of Hogwarts perhaps.
He’d first have to see how badly he was hurt however. Kris sat up slowly knowing from pesonal experience that rushing wouldn’t do any good. Stilling his movements for a moment Kris waited until his head stopped spinning around. He had been changed into a pair of pajama pants Kris noted. Into pants but without a blouse. Kris made a mental note to thank Dana sometime for remembering her personal sleeping preference. Slowly shifting his body tot he edge of the bed Kris placed his legs on the floor. His ubroken right hand found the bed-side table and taking a deep breath Kris stood up. Almost blacking up again because of the movement. He was trembling and his legs seemed to have been made out of watt. Clenching his mouth Kris tried to ignore his turning stomach while he held onto the bed-side table and waited to make sure he wouldn’t fall as soon as he’d let go of the bed-side table. Finding his wand on the table Kris gripped it tightly in his hand while letting out a few ragged breaths as breathing seemed difficult and a loody difficult task now as well.
Finally Kris slowly unclenched his fist holding onto the bed-side table. If no collapsing followed he slowly placed his hand on his bedposts of support while holding the other one protectively at his chest. Kris had never spent overly much time in the Hospital Wing, despising doctors. Luckily he was healthy and never actually needed Pomfrey’s help either. The couple of times he had broken a bone not coming into account. Kris closed his eyes – not that it darkened the room in any way – and tried to recall the plan of the Hospital Wing. There should be a small table with a mirror above it about 10 feet to the left. Or right? Kris wasn’t really sure on which side of the room his bed was positioned. However the direction left had came to his mind first and Kris decided to trust his first instinct.
With his teeth clenched Kris wondered why madam Pomfrey hadn’t growed his bone back together. It was painful and annoying procedure, but it didn’t take too much time. Maybe she just hadn’t wanted to make him swallow Skele-Gro while he was unconcious? It was a possibility. Slowly, focusing mostly on his turning stomach, Kris walked over the few steps. And was over-joyed when his fingers felt the smooth wood of the table he had been aiming towards. Kris let his head fall forwards and just waited a minute or two, letting the pain the seemed to be engraved into his whole body calm a bit. Walking had exerted the little strength Kris’s body possessed right now. Knowing he couldn’t just stand there this way for very long Kris raised his head again and vinced at the sharp pang of pain in his neck as his head seemed to be on the verge of exploding.
Slowly lifting his left hand Kris felt the smooth surface of a mirror under his finger-tips. But he still didn’t see anything because of the darkness. „Lumos,“ Kris whispered and knew instinctively that the spell had worked. The darkness didn’t change however. Kris felt a cold shiver travelling down his spine. The spell was emitting light – that much Kris knew from the familiar warmth in his hand around the wand. Yet he wasn’t able to see everything... after being hit by a Death Eaters curse... Kris felt even sicker than he had before swallwoing forcefully. Ignoring the fact his hand was shaking Kris raised his wand and muttered a spell.
„You lookd dreadful, boy,“ the magical mirror told Kris with a yawn.
„My eyes. Tell me what they look like,“ Kris almost whispered out. „Why, don’t yo know what your eyes look like? And you din’t say the magic word,“ came a snappish answer from the mirror and mentally Kris swore whoever had had the ’brilliant’ idea of putting a snappish mirror up into the Hospital Wing.
„Tell me. Breaking a mirror is bad luck. Want me to try it out on you?“ Kris threatened and would have laugehd at the idea of threatening a mirror. However it seemed to work as a moment later the metally voice of the mirror responded: „There is some sort of black, almost liquidy stuff over your eyes. Not even the whites show. It seems like liquid but it doesn’t flow out of your eyes. Weird really. You should really invent into some better-looking eyes.“
Kris didn’t listen to the mirror anymore. He knew the curse. Black liquidy cover over his eyes. Cover that couldn’t be removed. Kris was blind. For life as there wasn’t a cure for this.
His head falling forward Kris’s fist slammed onto the table. Rage burst upwards immidiately and as he was still gripping his wand a moment later all the windows in the Hospital Wing exploded in a resonant crash. Kris listened the almost musical jingle when shards of class fell onto the floor but he didn’t care. He was blind...