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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 21, 2006 22:47:01 GMT -5
Isabella had tears streaming down her face as she led Voltaire into the Hospital Wing and floated him onto a bed. "Madam Pomfrey! Come quick, please!" she cried. She sat down on the edge of the bed and began stroking his hair. "Oh, my love, please forgive me... I should have stopped him sooner..."
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Jul 21, 2006 22:52:17 GMT -5
Madam Pomfrey rushed into the room. "What's wrong now?" she asked, shaking her head.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 21, 2006 22:58:48 GMT -5
"He's been hit with the Cruciatus Curse," Isabella choked out, her voice thick with tears. "I think he's still in shock... can you help him? He's still in a lot of pain and he can't really move or talk. Please... you have to help him...."
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Jul 21, 2006 23:12:29 GMT -5
"Of course, dear," said Madam Pomfrey. "Let me get some potions for you. Wait right here." She hurried out of the room and into the back.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 21, 2006 23:25:16 GMT -5
Isabella bent over him, crying heavily. She hated herself for not stopping it the second it started. She should have gotten him the hell out of there right from the start. Better yet, she never should have insisted on going in the first place. They both should have discreetly disappeared and left it at that. She had made a huge mistake, and Voltaire was paying for it.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 22, 2006 11:12:08 GMT -5
Voltaire lay on the bed, still feeling his muscles contract against a pain he knew shouldn't be there anymore. He had never been hit by a curse like that, at close range and for that long...who could of thought that only seconds of that curse were a mercy...
He opened his mouth and tried to say "don't blame yourself" but all he could do was stutter "don't" All in all he was more relived that it had been him rather than her. He was willing to go through it, if it kept her safe. that's why when she left for that meeting, he couldn't let her go alone.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Jul 22, 2006 22:50:37 GMT -5
Madam Pomfrey came back in with two potions in her hands. "OK, dear, I know you're upset, but I'm going to need you to help me. We need to get this first potion down his throat, now," she said. "I have another potion that we can apply to the sore areas afterwards and you can help me with that, too. But I need you to be strong for him now, OK?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 22, 2006 23:12:14 GMT -5
Voltaire tried sit up on his own so he could take the potion but his left arm spasmed and he fell back on the bed with a groan.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 22, 2006 23:17:27 GMT -5
Isabella sat up and wiped the tears from her face. Noticing that Voltaire was unable to sit up, she put her arms around him and helped him up. "It's all right, darling, I'll take care of you..." she whispered thickly. She ran a comforting hand through his hair as she tilted his head up to drink the potion. "Can you swallow, baby?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 22, 2006 23:22:42 GMT -5
Voltaire swallowed like he had gule in his mouth. but as the potion hit his system he nodded and said hoarsly "Don't worry love." and he smiled. His muscles had stopped twitching with pain and he started to feel everthing else on his body again, he tilted his head towards Isa and said "I'm glad your ok." and felt his eyes close for a moment. the lights were bright.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 22, 2006 23:27:12 GMT -5
When he smiled, although it was a weak smile, Isabella felt relief flood through her. She held him tighter against her chest and pressed a kiss against his temple. "I'm so sorry, I should have stopped him sooner, I just froze... I felt like he was torturing me, too..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 22, 2006 23:30:29 GMT -5
"I would do it again, if it ment sparing you this pain." he said his eyes still closed. he realized now that no matter what he wanted to spare her it.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 22, 2006 23:34:20 GMT -5
Isabella helped him lie back down, but still kept her arms around him. She kissed him softly. "Please, darling, don't try to talk. You need to save your strength." She pushed back the hair from his face. "Madam Pomfrey, what is the other potion for?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 22, 2006 23:42:24 GMT -5
Voltaire laid down and shut his eyes. he felt the thruming of headache, he sighed and let the potion seep into him.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Jul 22, 2006 23:59:58 GMT -5
Madam Pomfrey handed her the thick gel-like potion. "When he wakes up, he may be very sore. This will help with the pain in his muscles. Just rub it in anywhere he says it hurts. You should do it, because I think he'd be more comfortable with your touch than anyone else's. Also when he wakes up, if he needs it, we can give him more of the anti-spasm potion. Right now, though, the two things he needs most are rest and you. Just let him sleep and stay with him, OK? I'll be right in the back if you need me. And let me know if you want to speak to Dumbledore about what happened."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 23, 2006 0:18:00 GMT -5
Isabella nodded. "OK, I will. I... I'm not ready to talk to Dumbledore about this yet. We'll wait until he is stronger." A tear ran down her face. "It went on for a long time... I thought he would die from it." Slipping her arms out from under him, she sat down in the chair by the bed and took hold of his hand, raising it to press the back of his hand against her cheek. "That evil son of a... when I think of how blind and foolish I was..."
She realized that Poppy was looking at her strangely and she shook her head. "Thank you, Poppy. I'll let you know if I need you." She watched as the woman left, then kissed Voltaire's hand. Then she thought back again to those terrible moments when Voldemort had put the curse on him and he'd lain on the floor, writhing in agony. It had brought back such terrible memories, and she'd been frozen in fear. And in that moment, any last traces of loyalty she'd held for the Dark Lord had vanished. She hated the man--if indeed he could be called a man--with every fiber of her being. He wasn't brilliant, he wasn't strong, he wasn't any of the things she'd always thought him to be. He was evil, sick, and insane. And he needed to be stopped. But how...?
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 23, 2006 13:33:12 GMT -5
Voltaire slept for some time then began to stir. "ugh, did you get the Id of that Threstal? I think it missed a spot" he said thickly as he sat up in his wrinkled clothes.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 23, 2006 13:46:29 GMT -5
"Darling, it's OK. You're safe now," Isabella said, putting her arms around him. "Where does it hurt? I can rub this stuff where ever you are sore." She kissed him softly.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 23, 2006 13:50:58 GMT -5
"I think i need to get out of this suit." he said working off his tie with his numb hands "I think maybe my hands need some of that." he said frustrated with his inability to even undress.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 23, 2006 13:55:22 GMT -5
She took his hands in his. "Shhhh... Don't try to do too much. Let me take care of you this time." She kissed each hand, then took off his tie and began to unbutton his jacket. "I'm so sorry I didn't stop it sooner, I swear I just froze..."
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