Post by Delilah Verity Graves on Sept 10, 2018 16:57:55 GMT -5
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Another day as a patient in the hospital--over a week now, and still she worsened. Her fever would not break. It hovered in the low hundreds unresponsive to treatment. Her magic was gone. Time and time again healers had gotten her to try to cast spells--but she could not manage even simple ones. She wasn't so much of a witch anymore.
But feeling like death warmed over helped her not think about that so much. Her brain and body were fatigued. Being this sick was exhausting--and today had brought with it a new symptom: a miserable earache. Delilah was nearly used to the stiff sheets and thin gown--nearly used to the constant sheen of sweat on her body from the fever--nearly used to the pressure in her head causing a continual dull ache across under her eyes. But the pain in her ear, she could not imagine getting used to. The earache gave her a bit of vertigo, as well.
So, she was trying to stay in bed. She tossed and turned, trying to find some bit of comfort for her body--but every way she turned, it didn't matter. She was achy and miserable and it made her bloody grumpy. Delilah was trying her best not to be a bwitch to any of the healers that came in to assess her, but she was growing increasingly annoyed with being sick and going a bit stir crazy being couped up for over a week in an isolation chamber. She was tired of being observed. She was a private woman. She was accustomed to spending her days alone in the pharmacy over cauldrons. She went home to an empty, quiet flat. There was no privacy here. Lump that up on feeling physically as she did--and you got a very grumpy and pouty Delilah Graves.
She could not even keep herself from sighing when the door opened. It would not be a visitor considering her aunt was at the Ministry and her mum was at Hogwarts. Beck and Ella were both checked in. So, this would be another healer. She just prayed they would not ask her to try to cast another spell...even though she knew they would. They had her attempt casting regularly--like once an hour or so. Just to monitor and confirm the state of her symptoms.
Failing again and again was really bloody rough on the psyche.
But feeling like death warmed over helped her not think about that so much. Her brain and body were fatigued. Being this sick was exhausting--and today had brought with it a new symptom: a miserable earache. Delilah was nearly used to the stiff sheets and thin gown--nearly used to the constant sheen of sweat on her body from the fever--nearly used to the pressure in her head causing a continual dull ache across under her eyes. But the pain in her ear, she could not imagine getting used to. The earache gave her a bit of vertigo, as well.
So, she was trying to stay in bed. She tossed and turned, trying to find some bit of comfort for her body--but every way she turned, it didn't matter. She was achy and miserable and it made her bloody grumpy. Delilah was trying her best not to be a bwitch to any of the healers that came in to assess her, but she was growing increasingly annoyed with being sick and going a bit stir crazy being couped up for over a week in an isolation chamber. She was tired of being observed. She was a private woman. She was accustomed to spending her days alone in the pharmacy over cauldrons. She went home to an empty, quiet flat. There was no privacy here. Lump that up on feeling physically as she did--and you got a very grumpy and pouty Delilah Graves.
She could not even keep herself from sighing when the door opened. It would not be a visitor considering her aunt was at the Ministry and her mum was at Hogwarts. Beck and Ella were both checked in. So, this would be another healer. She just prayed they would not ask her to try to cast another spell...even though she knew they would. They had her attempt casting regularly--like once an hour or so. Just to monitor and confirm the state of her symptoms.
Failing again and again was really bloody rough on the psyche.