Post by Casey Winslow on Apr 11, 2015 21:40:24 GMT -8
((writing w/ company over on paper proved to be productive *shrugs*))
Lashes fluttered open, eyelids immediately meeting again and slowly opened a few moments later, squinting against the light and the white walls that met his vision. Wait...white walls? Where was he? Evie hated white walls, he knew, because of their many former trips to the hospital sixth year and beyond, so then where was he? Last thing he could remember was...a battle, yes, and Derrin, Voldemort fighting him and Sam -- Sam, where was he?
Slowly, his ears began to pick up on the fain beeping of machines around him. The hospital? Was that it? But why? What happened? Evie...where was she? Derrin had threatened, had said...he had to find her, make sure she was alright, but what if he couldn't find her? What if--?
His head, it was pounding whether from physical trauma or pain or from the light or from the thoughts that were swimming in and quickly crowding his mind. His hand went up to it, fingers feeling around the side of it, stopping at his temple rubbing it, hearing voices growing near as some nurses passed by outside, and from the sound of it, it seemed that they were near, but he didn't care, as he began to pay attention to the very sharp pain that seemed to center somewhere around his chest from having his arm up, quickly putting his arm down, wincing. He'd felt this pain before...what was it?
A door opening, footsteps approaching, but Casey left his eyes closed now, not wanting to open them, for then he'd have to talk, and he hated nurses, hated doctors, hated hospitals. Too many questions, and if someone was gone, or all of them except him, he didn't want to find out, not yet, but at the same time he did, but he'd stay still, stay quiet.
Alright then, Mr. Winslow, let's see how you're doing today...a female voice resounded against his eardrums as he listened, wincing at the volume. Mr. Winslow? Are you awake?
Great...he had to respond now. He opened his eyes slowly, squinting again, blinding white, focusing on the lady that was towering over his laying down figure, watching her pull out her wand, wincing somewhat and reaching his hand out to grab his own, finding it gone.
Relax, Mr. Winslow, I'm not going to hurt you, only dimming the lights for you. How are you feeling today?
Casey looked at her as though she was crazy to even have to ask that.
That bad, then, eh? Tell me, where does it hurt?
Casey let out a sigh, deciding he may as well try to speak. Just about everywhere possible, he answered hoarsely, watching the nurse conjure up some water and pour it into a cup for him, handing it to him and making his bed go up somewhat so he could be slightly sitting, Casey wincing at the sudden pressure, quickly drinking some water, hoping she would put the bed back down.
Sorry, she said, wincing a bit on her own and taking the water from him, quickly letting the bed back down, causing Casey to wince and make some sort of sound between a groan and a squeak from the sound.
It-it's alright, he answered, giving her a look like she was crazy or something.
The nurse ignored the look, continuing to check him out where ever necessary for the next few minutes, Casey constantly asking about Evie, but the nurse ignored him and continued the necessary procedures, which annoyed him to no end and worried him more than anything else. Her lack of answer...did it mean? Still up to company?
Depends who it is....Casey said with a slightly annoyed tone; he just wanted to be alone to come to terms (if that was even possible) with the fact that Evie probably was no longer alive.
Your wife?
Casey's face looked highly relieved to hear her say that, nodding. Send her in.
Alright...The nurse stepped outside, looking down at Evie with a smile. He's awake, Mrs. Winslow, doing as well as can be expected, and he's asking for you.
Lashes fluttered open, eyelids immediately meeting again and slowly opened a few moments later, squinting against the light and the white walls that met his vision. Wait...white walls? Where was he? Evie hated white walls, he knew, because of their many former trips to the hospital sixth year and beyond, so then where was he? Last thing he could remember was...a battle, yes, and Derrin, Voldemort fighting him and Sam -- Sam, where was he?
Slowly, his ears began to pick up on the fain beeping of machines around him. The hospital? Was that it? But why? What happened? Evie...where was she? Derrin had threatened, had said...he had to find her, make sure she was alright, but what if he couldn't find her? What if--?
His head, it was pounding whether from physical trauma or pain or from the light or from the thoughts that were swimming in and quickly crowding his mind. His hand went up to it, fingers feeling around the side of it, stopping at his temple rubbing it, hearing voices growing near as some nurses passed by outside, and from the sound of it, it seemed that they were near, but he didn't care, as he began to pay attention to the very sharp pain that seemed to center somewhere around his chest from having his arm up, quickly putting his arm down, wincing. He'd felt this pain before...what was it?
A door opening, footsteps approaching, but Casey left his eyes closed now, not wanting to open them, for then he'd have to talk, and he hated nurses, hated doctors, hated hospitals. Too many questions, and if someone was gone, or all of them except him, he didn't want to find out, not yet, but at the same time he did, but he'd stay still, stay quiet.
Alright then, Mr. Winslow, let's see how you're doing today...a female voice resounded against his eardrums as he listened, wincing at the volume. Mr. Winslow? Are you awake?
Great...he had to respond now. He opened his eyes slowly, squinting again, blinding white, focusing on the lady that was towering over his laying down figure, watching her pull out her wand, wincing somewhat and reaching his hand out to grab his own, finding it gone.
Relax, Mr. Winslow, I'm not going to hurt you, only dimming the lights for you. How are you feeling today?
Casey looked at her as though she was crazy to even have to ask that.
That bad, then, eh? Tell me, where does it hurt?
Casey let out a sigh, deciding he may as well try to speak. Just about everywhere possible, he answered hoarsely, watching the nurse conjure up some water and pour it into a cup for him, handing it to him and making his bed go up somewhat so he could be slightly sitting, Casey wincing at the sudden pressure, quickly drinking some water, hoping she would put the bed back down.
Sorry, she said, wincing a bit on her own and taking the water from him, quickly letting the bed back down, causing Casey to wince and make some sort of sound between a groan and a squeak from the sound.
It-it's alright, he answered, giving her a look like she was crazy or something.
The nurse ignored the look, continuing to check him out where ever necessary for the next few minutes, Casey constantly asking about Evie, but the nurse ignored him and continued the necessary procedures, which annoyed him to no end and worried him more than anything else. Her lack of answer...did it mean? Still up to company?
Depends who it is....Casey said with a slightly annoyed tone; he just wanted to be alone to come to terms (if that was even possible) with the fact that Evie probably was no longer alive.
Your wife?
Casey's face looked highly relieved to hear her say that, nodding. Send her in.
Alright...The nurse stepped outside, looking down at Evie with a smile. He's awake, Mrs. Winslow, doing as well as can be expected, and he's asking for you.