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Post by Emily Alchemia on Sept 3, 2006 16:42:32 GMT -5
Emily shook her head. "I'll stay," she said looking over at Vincent.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Sept 3, 2006 16:52:22 GMT -5
The man nodded. "If you're sure. I can't repair the damage the way I would a normal broken bone, so I have to open him up and repair it from the inside. There also is a fair amount of tissue damage... But if you'd like, you can stay there and hold his hand through it." He smiled at her. "I'll do the best I can. Poppy, why don't you come with me and we'll get prepped for the procedure?"
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Sept 3, 2006 17:04:33 GMT -5
Emily just nodded, which was the only thing she could feel like she could do. Emily squeezed Vincent's hand and waited for Poppy and the man to return to heal him.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Sept 5, 2006 18:21:06 GMT -5
A few minutes later, they both walked in again, carrying several strange devices and a couple of flasks filled with potions. He smiled sympathetically at Emily. "My name is Simon Cane, by the way," he said. "I'm going to do my best to make sure he recovers fully."
He looked at Madam Pomfrey, and they both took their positions on either side of Vincent. "First we need to make sure he doesn't accidentally wake up during the procedure, so I need to rig it up so that this potion goes into his bloodstream." Using a needle, he stuck Vincent in the arm, then inserted a tube that led to one of the flasks. This flask then turned itself upside down and stayed suspended in the air.
"OK," said Simon. "Everybody ready?"
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Sept 6, 2006 18:22:05 GMT -5
Emily nodded. "Yes sir," she said quietly.
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Sept 9, 2006 23:19:38 GMT -5
Simon Cane took out his wand and tapped each of his hands with it. A rubbery solution emitted from the wand and covered his hands with a protective coating. Then he leaned down and pressed his wand to Vincent's back, trailing a line down the center of his back. The skin split open slowly. Then Simon leaned in closer, with Poppy shining a light into the area with her wand. Using his own wand, Simon worked on Vincent's back, reducing tissue swelling and repairing a small fracture in his spine. The process took quite a while, but when he was done, he straightened up and resealed the area with his wand. Only a thin line remained to show where the incision had been made.
Finally he looked up at Emily. "I do believe the injury has been healed, however, there may still be some swollen tissue surrounding the injury that may actually increase as he heals. This may press on his spine. He may be paralyzed for a while, but I don't think it will be permanent."
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Sept 10, 2006 9:42:14 GMT -5
"Thank you very much," said Emily to Simon. Emily looked outside and noticed it was getting a little more daylight. She knew she had to get some sleep, but she wasn't until Vincent woke up. Emily yawned and smiled at Simon. "Again, thank you."
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Post by Madam Poppy Pomfrey on Sept 14, 2006 15:54:05 GMT -5
Simon smiled back. "You're welcome." He looked at Madam Pomfrey. "Well, if you don't need me for anything else, Poppy, I'll be heading back. I think you can take it from here."
Poppy nodded. "Yes, thank you for coming, Simon. I'll update you later on how he's doing." She took him by the arm. "Here, come in the back, you can take the floo network back to St. Mungo's..." They both walked out of the room, leaving Emily alone with Vincent.
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Sept 14, 2006 20:27:11 GMT -5
Emily looked back at Vincent. She sighed and squeezed his hand, hoping he'd wake up soon.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Sept 14, 2006 21:06:55 GMT -5
Vincent felt like he was floating. He felt no pain, just a warm, gentle touch on his hand. Was he dead? He tried to move and found that he couldn't move much, except for his hands. He squeezed the thing that was touching his hand, then realized it was another hand. Emily! He let out a soft moan and forced open his eyes. Everything was blurry, but he could vaguely make out her shiny blonde hair.
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Sept 15, 2006 14:12:11 GMT -5
Emily smiled down at Vincent. "Don't try to move," she whispered to him. Emily was relieved that he was awake, now all she needed to do was tell him that he was paralized temporarly.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Sept 17, 2006 22:32:05 GMT -5
Vincent blinked. He felt so weak and heavy, like something was pressing him down. Still, he managed a weak smile. "Emily," he whispered.
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Sept 18, 2006 17:48:20 GMT -5
Emily smiled at him again, knowing her eyes where a little red. She put a hand on the side of his face and put her thumb against his lips. "Shh," she whispered, "just relax." Emily leaned up and kissed his forehead and gave him a smile smile again.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Sept 19, 2006 18:04:57 GMT -5
Vincent groaned. "I feel like a truck hit me," he murmured. "Don't look so scared, Emily. I'm strong, you know that..." He managed a weak smile. "How's my hair?" he teased.
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Sept 19, 2006 18:08:48 GMT -5
Emily laughed. "You and your hair," she said shaking her head. "Actually, your hair is horrible. I've seen better," she said seriously, but then smiled. "I'm just kidding. It's fine." Emily's smile faded away a little. "Vincent, you are temporarly paralized."
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Sept 19, 2006 18:15:42 GMT -5
Vincent was laughing weakly about his hair, although it hurt to laugh. But when Emily said he was temporarily paralyzed, his face fell. "Wh-what?" he gasped. He tried to move his legs and found that he couldn't. For the first time, he felt a little scared. What if he stayed paralyzed forever? But he didn't want Emily to know he was scared. So he put a brave smile on. "It's only temporary, right? I'm strong... I can get better..."
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Sept 19, 2006 18:18:46 GMT -5
Emily nodded, "It is. The doctor said that it wouldn't be long. He said that you could have been paralyzed forever, but he fixed it. Maybe it will only last a day or two."
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Sept 19, 2006 18:21:55 GMT -5
Vincent forced a smile. "OK. Yeah, I can handle a couple of days. It'll be fine," he said. He yawned. "Um, Emily, I think I should get some sleep now. I feel really wiped out..." He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, all the while, unable to get the words "temporarily paralyzed" out of his head.
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Sept 19, 2006 18:24:56 GMT -5
Emily nodded. She herself needed to get some sleep, but she didn't plan on leaving Vincent's side anytime soon. Emily noticed she was still holding his hand. She curled up in her chair and layed her head on her shoulder and rubbed her thumb along the top of his hand.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Sept 19, 2006 21:20:20 GMT -5
Vincent drifted off to sleep, feeling the gentle touch of Emily's thumb on his hand. But as he slept, he was haunted by terrible dreams....
Vincent was lying back on the hospital bed. He couldn't move at all, all he could move was his head. Emily walked up and smiled sympathetically, then helped him into a sitting position. "Here now," she said. "I have your dinner. I'm sorry it's just porridge again... I know you don't like it but you don't seem to be able to handle much else."
Vincent tried to move his arms to take the bowl of porridge from her, but found he couldn't move them, either.
"It's all right, Vincent, dear," Emily said. "I'll help you." She took a spoonful of the porridge and lifted it to his lips. He took a bite and made a face. Emily took another spoonful and fed it to him, then another and another. After a while, he began to feel sick.
"I... I think that's all I can eat now," he said weakly.
Emily nodded "All right, then. I wouldn't want you to get sick again."
But it was too late. Vincent let out a great heave and threw up on the blanket.
"It's all right," Emily said again. "I'll take care of it." She scrambled to strip the blanket off the bed and take it away. "I'll be right back, Vincent."
He stared after her, ashamed and humiliated. Was this what his life was to be like?
Then a familiar, frightening figure entered the room. It was the vampire he'd fought. And he was laughing. "Ah, look at the big, tough Auror now," he said. "You're nothing but a pathetic lump with messed-up hair!"
"No..." Vincent moaned. "Not the hair..."
Evan laughed. "Oh, yes. Your hair is a mess... and you can't move. You're totally dependent on Emily for everything. You've ruined her life..." He laughed again and walked out, leaving Vincent to stare blankly after him, totally unable to move.
"No!" he cried out, and opened his eyes.
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