Post by Shelby Crescent on Jan 12, 2009 1:25:18 GMT
I was laying in the hospital, just staring up at the ceiling. Less than seven hours ago, Logan Andrews had tortured me to the point where I needed to be at a muggle hospital. St. Mungo's was confused on how I got to the stage when the war was over. So now I'm here as Fitzy was checking me into the hospital.
Looking out towards the door, I could have sworn I heard some footsteps outside but again I could just be imagining it. After all, torture does do that to the human mind, especially when being crucioed in the temple. Again I heard the footsteps, I know I'm not going crazy this time. Sitting up as much as I could I glanced at my wand sitting on the sliding table just in case if it was some kind of threat.
Looking out towards the door, I could have sworn I heard some footsteps outside but again I could just be imagining it. After all, torture does do that to the human mind, especially when being crucioed in the temple. Again I heard the footsteps, I know I'm not going crazy this time. Sitting up as much as I could I glanced at my wand sitting on the sliding table just in case if it was some kind of threat.
