Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2014 21:02:40 GMT -7
[[Set August 2021]]
Ian was not in a good spot right now. Not good at all.
It was a mere forty eight hours ago that he had been in that camp...working like a literal slave...getting beat anytime he didn't do as well as THEY thought he should...living in conditions that rivaled any third world country and with the food amount to match. It was awful. It had been awful living like that--and working like that. And watching his comrades, his friends, his family members away from home more or less die from either exhaustion, starvation or a combination thereof-- was even worse. Every death broke him. Every day broke him! It was 1,095 days of just--ugh! No words. There was no words for the last three years. None. It was like he could feel the hope bleeding out from within his heart. He never thought a rescue was coming at that point in the game. That they had all left them for dead. But it came. And ohh how glorious was that?
Of course he wasn't entirely sure how he ended up in St. Mungos versus a muggle hospital though. Of course it was amazing he remembered much of anything given how scrambled his brains were at how fast everything was going on around him. It was almost like sensory overload compared to the monotony of the last several years. It could have been any number of things. Maybe his parents thought that magic healers would have helped him get better faster. Or maybe there had been a wizard or a witch on board with those who rescued him and they took him here. It was the first of the two reasons though he wasn't sure at this point nor did it really matter. All that he knew was that he was home. He was alive. He had made it through those tough, tough years. And that he didn't have to go back. That they weren't breathing down his neck anymore. That he didn't have to feel the burn of the sun, the harshness of their fists, the burn of muscles that screamed for relief or the literal ache of a stomach that hadn't gotten enough == all of that was gone.
But a new ache was in its place now. Ohhh how he wanted his parents to be here though -- and River. Oh River. There hadn't been a day that went by that he hadn't thought of her. Or his parents. Or his sisters. A lump formed in his throat as he thought about all the days that he spent wondering if he would ever see them again. If he would ever be able to propose to River or not. If he would ever see his sisters again despite how annoying his bickering older sister got. It was all very painful. And knowing that he would. That he wasn't going to die. That he didn't have to worry about it...it was the biggest relief ever.
His thoughts were interrupted thought as he heard the door open and he couldn't help but roll his eyes,
"Just go away! Leave me be...please." he said in a hollow tone --voice raspy as the medical people kept pestering him. Darn it! He did not wish to be poked and prodded at! He wanted peace and quiet--two things he had been in sore lack of during the last three years. And now that he was back home--he wanted. to be. left. alone darn it! He had even gone so far as to literally throw a pillow at the next healer who walked in (albeit it was a terribly weak throw given his condition at the present moment) and while it hadn't deterred the healer in the fact that they were scared. Far from it. But he did step out for a moment to rethink things. It was then another figure appeared and the healer turned with a start,
'Oh Madam Smith.'
'How is he?' the woman asked as she looked into the room. She felt for the man inside--she really did. The things he must have gone through--she didn't even want to think about.
'I dunno.' the younger healer--Trevor-- had replied with a sigh and a shake of his head, 'I think we should leave him be for now. He's been through a lot. And he's not wanting anyone to get near him. He threw a pillow at me for god's sake!'
'And it's because of that--that we need to make sure he's going to be okay. Let us try.' Madam Smith said -- she was not going to let a stubborn soldier get the better of her. Humph! She and her trainee follower walked in and she didn't even bat a lash as the man grumbled about wanting to be left alone. She shook her head,
'Ian we can't do that right now. We have to do our job and make sure your okay.'
Ian rolled his eyes as one person walked out only for two more to walk in. And the older woman didn't seem like she was going anywhere until she poked and prodded at him. Ugh this really was not his day was he? Oh but he supposed the sooner he got this over with the sooner he would have peace and quiet....
Words: 890
ISO: @julian
OOC: THIS POST DOESN'T MAKE A LOT OF SENSE!! Also I used your Madam Smith NPC that you mentioned in your other post. Hope that was okay. Let me know if anything needs to change.
Ian was not in a good spot right now. Not good at all.
It was a mere forty eight hours ago that he had been in that camp...working like a literal slave...getting beat anytime he didn't do as well as THEY thought he should...living in conditions that rivaled any third world country and with the food amount to match. It was awful. It had been awful living like that--and working like that. And watching his comrades, his friends, his family members away from home more or less die from either exhaustion, starvation or a combination thereof-- was even worse. Every death broke him. Every day broke him! It was 1,095 days of just--ugh! No words. There was no words for the last three years. None. It was like he could feel the hope bleeding out from within his heart. He never thought a rescue was coming at that point in the game. That they had all left them for dead. But it came. And ohh how glorious was that?
Of course he wasn't entirely sure how he ended up in St. Mungos versus a muggle hospital though. Of course it was amazing he remembered much of anything given how scrambled his brains were at how fast everything was going on around him. It was almost like sensory overload compared to the monotony of the last several years. It could have been any number of things. Maybe his parents thought that magic healers would have helped him get better faster. Or maybe there had been a wizard or a witch on board with those who rescued him and they took him here. It was the first of the two reasons though he wasn't sure at this point nor did it really matter. All that he knew was that he was home. He was alive. He had made it through those tough, tough years. And that he didn't have to go back. That they weren't breathing down his neck anymore. That he didn't have to feel the burn of the sun, the harshness of their fists, the burn of muscles that screamed for relief or the literal ache of a stomach that hadn't gotten enough == all of that was gone.
But a new ache was in its place now. Ohhh how he wanted his parents to be here though -- and River. Oh River. There hadn't been a day that went by that he hadn't thought of her. Or his parents. Or his sisters. A lump formed in his throat as he thought about all the days that he spent wondering if he would ever see them again. If he would ever be able to propose to River or not. If he would ever see his sisters again despite how annoying his bickering older sister got. It was all very painful. And knowing that he would. That he wasn't going to die. That he didn't have to worry about it...it was the biggest relief ever.
His thoughts were interrupted thought as he heard the door open and he couldn't help but roll his eyes,
"Just go away! Leave me be...please." he said in a hollow tone --voice raspy as the medical people kept pestering him. Darn it! He did not wish to be poked and prodded at! He wanted peace and quiet--two things he had been in sore lack of during the last three years. And now that he was back home--he wanted. to be. left. alone darn it! He had even gone so far as to literally throw a pillow at the next healer who walked in (albeit it was a terribly weak throw given his condition at the present moment) and while it hadn't deterred the healer in the fact that they were scared. Far from it. But he did step out for a moment to rethink things. It was then another figure appeared and the healer turned with a start,
'Oh Madam Smith.'
'How is he?' the woman asked as she looked into the room. She felt for the man inside--she really did. The things he must have gone through--she didn't even want to think about.
'I dunno.' the younger healer--Trevor-- had replied with a sigh and a shake of his head, 'I think we should leave him be for now. He's been through a lot. And he's not wanting anyone to get near him. He threw a pillow at me for god's sake!'
'And it's because of that--that we need to make sure he's going to be okay. Let us try.' Madam Smith said -- she was not going to let a stubborn soldier get the better of her. Humph! She and her trainee follower walked in and she didn't even bat a lash as the man grumbled about wanting to be left alone. She shook her head,
'Ian we can't do that right now. We have to do our job and make sure your okay.'
Ian rolled his eyes as one person walked out only for two more to walk in. And the older woman didn't seem like she was going anywhere until she poked and prodded at him. Ugh this really was not his day was he? Oh but he supposed the sooner he got this over with the sooner he would have peace and quiet....
Words: 890
ISO: @julian
OOC: THIS POST DOESN'T MAKE A LOT OF SENSE!! Also I used your Madam Smith NPC that you mentioned in your other post. Hope that was okay. Let me know if anything needs to change.
