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Post by Dylan Cooper on Oct 13, 2007 1:09:16 GMT -5
Laughing lightly at her comments, he ceased as the pain reared its ugly head again. Laughing, it seemed, was not a good idea where his ribs were concerned. Quickly grabbing his backpack, his eyes met hers briefly before he felt the sensation of apparition take hold of him.
The compression caused a terrible pain in his chest, the usual headache he assumed after apparating coming ten-fold due to the currently tender nature of his head. Exceptionally glad that her arms were around him, he was able to stop himself falling. Or rather, she was able to stop him falling. His vision blurred, his chest seared, and his head throbbing, he fell forwards ever-so-slightly, his body pressing against and his lips inches from hers as he emitted a loud groan of pain.
Thoroughly hoping there was a place to lie down nearby, he surmised that perhaps he should have waited a minute or two longer to completely clear his head. "Bed," he muttered, feeling both intense pain and the regular disassociation and nausea that apparition caused for him.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Oct 13, 2007 16:06:41 GMT -5
D'rorah's hold tightened around Dylan as he fell forward. In any other situation his lips, so very close to her own would have been quite tempting. As it was, she focused on supporting his body, deathly afraid that in his awkward position, she might drop him and cause him further pain. "Of course, of course," she replied reassuringly as she reached for her wand. "We can go straight to bed."
Carefully reaching for her wand, she gave it as much of a flick as she could manage and used a partial levitation spell to help support Dylan before turning the wand to the door to the apartment to open it. Slowly, she half-carried half-levitated him into the apartment, closing and locking the door behind them. Passing through the foyer and a modernly-appointed sitting room, she led the way down a hallway in an apartment full of crisp whites and blacks and clean lines. The lines of the furniture were very clean and geometric.
Finally, the arrived at the end of the hallway and a large bedroom suite. the far wall was a picture window revealing the Tel Aviv skyline. The main feature of the room was a king-sized bed dressed in crisp white sheets. She eased Dylan onto the bed as carefully as possible. "I will return shortly," she murmured quietly, laying a soft kiss on his forehead. Rising from the bed, she made her way back through the house, intent on finding the healer who lived three floors down.
She returned shortly, a short man with thinning brown hair in tow. He carried an old-fashioned black medical bag and moved with quick, almost jerky movements. "Oh my, oh my," he said in a voice that was slightly high pitched. "My my my, he should have been taken directly to a hospital, D'rorah. I can't believe you brought him here of all places. Dylan," he leaned on the bed, peering into his eyes with a small penlight. "What day is it? Do you know where you are?" he asked. After seeing the boy's injuries, he was certain there would be some degree of concussion.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Oct 13, 2007 21:27:03 GMT -5
Slightly relieved at her reply, his ego managed to ignore the fact that he had to be tended to so closely. He couldn't help his condition, especially not by denying help and trying to do things himself, so he simply accepted it and moved on. D'rorah flicked her wand and he found himself undergoing a sensation he had only ever experienced once before. That time had been a practical Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson in his previous year; Dylan was very grateful that D'rorah had paid attention in that class, and indeed, that she was so talented as a witch. He'd seen the ill effects of levitation gone wrong, and didn't particularly feel overjoyed at the prospect of it happening right now.
They entered the apartment and he managed to appreciate the decor. Always having been a little bit of a fan of geometric design, he found himself being carried by both Dee and magic combined through to an expansive bedroom at the end of a hallway. The arm he'd wrapped around her neck returned to his side as he was lowered onto the bed, his head hitting the soft pillows. Quickly deciding against nodding in response, he simply watched her leave, hoping she would indeed return shortly.
Not being disappointed by any means, he waited anxiously as a short man whom he presumed to be a doctor began commenting in a squeaky voice. His pupils constricted as a small light was flashed into them and he attempted to shy away. Stumbling over some answers, he managed to accumulate a response. "Uh... S-Sunday. I'm in Tel Aviv," he said hesitantly, not used to being so bombarded with questions.
The wound caused by the impact of his head on concrete was rather large, and had not yet stopped bleeding. Someone had briefly attempted to stem the flow, either D'rorah or Astraeus, he didn't know, but Dylan's rushed departure from the house had resulted in the bandage falling. The secondary damage to him was covered externally by a large bruise on his chest, which had now turned an extravagant shade of purple with a bright green centre. The rest of his body was covered in a few scratches and bruises, but nothing nearly as serious as the damage to his head and ribcage.
He was as tired as anything, not having slept fantastically the previous night and the damage to his head having caused him to become extremely sleepy. Hoping the wiry man would heal him soon, he wondered whether the pain he felt would even allow him to sleep tonight.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Oct 13, 2007 21:49:33 GMT -5
D'rorah watched as the doctor flitted around Dylan nervously. Feeling somewhat chastised, she knew that he was right about the fact that Dylan should have been taken immediately to a hospital, but she had done as much as she could, given the circumstances. Had they simply remained in Alconbury, rather than being chased off by Astraeus, he would have certainly already seen a doctor of some sort. She made her way to the bedside, taking a seat at the edge and reaching for Dylan's hand. "Doctor Cohen, how long will he need to wait for a full recovery?" she asked as he finished his examination.
"Well, we've got a pair of cracked ribs here, a slight concussion, and numerous cuts and bruises. I can heal up the cuts and bruises with no problem... take just a few minutes. The ribs will need a night of skelegrow dosing and the concussion should be fine with a bit of rest and ice. You'll have to keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn't pass out again or become confused, having vomiting, the like," he chattered on, giving her instructions as he worked on the cuts and bruises. "I want him in bed for at least 48 hours to rest. And no more apparation. I've got a few potions that'll help with the headache you must be having, young man, but I can't give you anything to dull the discomfort that the skelegrow will cause." He rummaged around in his bag and took out a few vials. After setting them out, he looked from Dylan to D'rorah, and back again. "Both of you get some rest... and I mean real rest. Don't make me chaperone you to ensure your recovery," he admonished. "I'll be just downstairs if you need me for the rest of the night tonight. And you know where my office is if you need anything tomorrow, D'rorah." He looked at Dylan with a quirky smile. "Hope you feel better soon, young man."
"Thank you, Doctor Cohen," replied D'rorah, watching as he bustled from the room, taking his nervous energy with him. When he had left, she turned her attention back to Dylan. She leaned down. "Can I get anything for you now?" she asked quietly. "I know it was been a long day for you."
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Oct 13, 2007 22:17:20 GMT -5
The mounting anxiety at the doctor's edgy movements was eased somewhat as D'rorah took his hand. Smiling at her half-heartedly, he looked back to the small man for an answer to her query. Hearing the word 'skelegrow', he winced. Having lost several bones in his hand during a Quidditch match, he knew well the horrid taste and ridiculous pain caused by the liquid. As he continued, Dylan hoped very much that vomiting would not become a factor. He absolutely detested both the process and after-effects of vomiting, and didn't particularly appreciate the concept that it might ensue later tonight.
He felt a small stinging as each cut was tended to, though strangely, nothing as the bruises were healed over. He was liking this situation less and less, hearing that he required bedrest for forty-eight hours. Dylan was an active young boy, and he did not take well to remaining immobile and presumably tended to for such an extended period of time. Appreciating the headache relief, he was resigned to the fact that nothing could be taken to ease the discomfort and pain caused by skelegrow.
Giving one vial in particular a disgusted look, he turned back to see the man leaving. "Thankyou, Doctor Cohen," he replied thankfully, picking up the name from D'rorah's words. She turned back to him and he felt a bit better now that the man had left; he'd managed to make Dylan quite anxious, despite his reasons for being there. "I'm fine, Dee," he said quietly. "You should get some rest," he added, mirroring some of the final words of the doctor.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Oct 13, 2007 22:26:55 GMT -5
D'rorah nodded. "I do intend to rest," she replied with a smile, touched that he would be concerned for her sleeplessness, even now. She lowered herself onto the bed, turning onto her side to face Dylan. "Sleep. I will be here if you need anything," she added with a reassuring smile. "Doctor Cohen is tending to providing an excuse for our absence from Hogwart's, though I have no idea exactly what me might say. And I sent an owl to your mother as well, so that she would know you were being tended to by a proper doctor after you abrupt departure from her house.
She paused for a moment. "I suppose we should start your potions now... the sooner you have the bone repair done with, the more time you will have for rest." Rising from the bed, she measured out doses from several of the vials that Dr. Cohen had left on the bedside table. "Ah, this one should help you to sleep. Perhaps you will experience less discomfort if you are able to sleep while the skelegrow is working."
With a slight smile, she held out a small tray bearing several doses of potions, waiting for him to take his medication so they could both get a bit of sleep after what had been a strange and tumultuous day.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Oct 13, 2007 22:49:35 GMT -5
Content with simply nodding very slowly and carefully, he then grimaced as she brought forth the tray of various concoctions. Resigning to the fact that she would remain to help him consume the potions, he took the first one, a remedy for his headache. Being rather desperate for that particular one by this point, he guzzled it without a thought. Looking back to the tray, another grimace adorned his features as he realised that the sleeping potion and skelegrow remained. He knew he would have to consume the awful substance first, otherwise he would fall asleep before getting a chance to even pick up the small vial of bone-restoring liquid.
Picking up the vial with an unenthusiastic look on his face, he consumed it quickly, hoping that the taste would be gone faster that way. Nearly choking, he finally swallowed and appeared to be utterly disgusted by the substance within his mouth. Looking back up to D'rorah, he felt a vague desire to kiss her but decided against it. It would be terribly inconsiderate of him, considering what he'd just consumed.
Taking the final potion in one hand, he threw it into his mouth quickly in an attempt to dispel the horrid taste already residing there. Feeling the effects almost immediately, he managed a small "sweet dreams," to D'rorah before closing his eyes. One hand still in hers, it slackened considerably as he fell asleep, D'rorah still on his mind despite the fact that she was no longer before his eyes.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Oct 13, 2007 23:14:05 GMT -5
D'rorah watched as Dylan began taking his various potions. She understood his reluctance with the skelegrow, having had the opportunity to taste it once herself. It really was vile. She smiled at his murmured 'sweet dreams' and placed the tray on the bedside table. She wondered how long he would sleep with the current dose of sleeping potion. It seemed enough to last several hours, enough for a true night's sleep. At the moment, she almost wished for a dose for herself. A night of uninterrupted sleep would be quite nice at present. With a quiet sigh, she rose from her seat on the bed and made a quick round of the apartment, checking the doors and such to make certain they were all secure.
Finally, satisfied that there was nothing more to do other than wait for Dylan to wake, she changed out of her ruined robes and into a pair of pajamas in her old bedroom. The robes she tossed into a wastebin with a slight huff of annoyance. Comfortable adorned, she made her way back to the room where Dylan slept and lay down beside him. "Sweet dreams, Dylan Cooper," she whispered quietly. She kissed his cheek softly as she draped an arm over him protectively and allowed her own eyes to shut for the rest of the night.
She forced her mind to be calm for the moment, knowing she needed the rest much more than she needed the myriad thoughts which popped into her head as she tried to sleep. Finally, deciding that sleep would be nearly impossible at the moment, she poured herself a slightly smaller dose of the sleeping potion and settled back down with her arm around Dylan before tossing it back and allowing herself to be pulled deeply into the world of dreams.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Oct 13, 2007 23:29:36 GMT -5
He did not know how long he'd been asleep, but painful jabs in his chest caused his consciousness to return. In his pain, he almost didn't notice D'rorah's arm wrapped around him. He wished immensly that his insides weren't being poked with splinters of bone, knowing that he would enjoy this much more if they weren't. Clenching his jaw, he actually managed to smile slightly at the sight of her beside him.
Knowing there was nothing to ease his current pain and discomfort, he simply placed a soft kiss on her forehead. He reached an arm over to get some more of the sleeping potion he so desired and eventually found it in the subtle darkness. Considering how well he could see, he assumed that sunrise was very near. Removing the vial from the table, he drank a small amount of it and quickly replaced it in its original position.
Moving his arm behind D'rorah's back, it curled around her and lay stationary on her side. Gently pulling her closer, his eyes shut once more as he drifted off into some semblance of sleep.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Oct 13, 2007 23:38:34 GMT -5
Through the fog of sleep, D'rorah felt movement on the bed as Dylan secured another dose of sleeping potion for himself. She was really too deep asleep to be consciously aware of much, and sighed quietly as his arms curled around her and pulled her closer.
The sleeping potion seemed to have finally cleared out her mind so she could sleep. She had been doing a poor job of sleep lately, and was certainly feeling the effects. Her workaholic tendencies were useful for completing tasks, but were a ravage to her sleep schedule. She slept for a while after her dose of potion had worn off. When she finally came to, she found herself in Dylan's arms and smiled sleepily. Not willing to leave the embrace, she simply lay there, her eyes alternating between being open and closed as she hovered in a half-awake state.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Oct 14, 2007 16:33:08 GMT -5
Subconsciously nuzzling D'rorah as he inched closer, the dreamless sleep he was experiencing caused him to be well rested when he finally felt the effects of the potion wear off. Glad to finally wake up in her arms, he smiled sleepily and planted a small kiss on her lips. Realising that his chest was significantly absent of a large proportion of the pain he'd endured through the night, he smiled happily and decided to give her another kiss in celebration.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said quietly. Feeling that only a headache from the wound on his head remained, he was rather happy that most of the pain and discomfort was over. Wondering briefly how or where John was, a rash anger hoped he was still bound where he lay, suffering and alone. That thought surprised even himself, and he dismissed it quickly. Dylan really wasn't one to hold grudges.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Oct 14, 2007 16:43:28 GMT -5
D'rorah happened to be half asleep when Dylan kissed her and stirred, inhaling deeply. She was more awake for the second kiss and pulled closer, her eyes half-open. "Good morning," she replied, her voice quiet with sleep. She saw a flash of anger in his eyes and wondered what might have caused it.
"Are you alright?" she asked, her brow furrowing slightly in concern. She wondered whether she had missed something or if he was still upset with memories of the attack by John. Nuzzling her head against his chest, she sighed quietly. "Shall we simply remain here forever?" she asked quietly, relieved to be away from the tensions that had become her everyday life at Hogwart's. She stretched her legs a bit, burrowing her feet beneath the warm sheets as she felt rays of late morning light shining through the picture window behind the bed.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Oct 14, 2007 16:58:58 GMT -5
Smiling down at her, he shook his head lightly so as not to cause further discomfort. "I'm fine, Dee," he said quietly, his moment of anger having dissipated. Smiling contently as she nuzzled against him, he desperately wished for her query to come true, his arm sliding up her side slightly.
Feeling her feet encounter his beneath the sheets, he grinned and raised her head with a hand, kissing her softly. "Miss Philosophy, I do believe I should thank you for everything you've done," he said earnestly, gazing into her eyes and getting slightly lost in them. Entangling his legs in hers, he smiled appreciatively as he held her.
Feeling rather hungry after his severe lack of food over the last few days, he wondered briefly where the kitchen was. "Now, how about I make us some breakfast?" he said, knowing they both needed food despite his reluctance to move.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Oct 14, 2007 17:29:05 GMT -5
D'rorah found a hand lifting her chin until her eyes met Dylan's, followed by a soft kiss. "You are all the thanks I require, Mister Cooper," she replied quietly, relieved that he was feeling better. "After the apparition, I was concerned I might have complicated your injuries. Doctor Cohen was rather upset that I did not take you directly to a hospital after the altercation in the alley."
"Oh... breakfast..." she replied, somewhat uncertainly. "Well, no one has stayed here in quite some time. The kitchen is not stocked," she replied sheepishly. "I could send out for something, or go to the market." She thought for a moment, there were a few decent delivery places, though they would certainly be serving lunch by now. "You should not be cooking anyway. I have strict orders that you are to rest... you have an entire day and a half of recuperation remaining.
She realized she was hungry as well and knew that they would inevitably have to find something to eat soon. After a weekend that had been both physically and emotionally exhausting, she was ready for something comforting and familiar to eat. "What would you like to eat?" she asked quietly. "Considering that we will be here for nearly two more days, I should go to market anyway. I thought I might pick up some falafel for lunch, however."
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Oct 14, 2007 18:49:10 GMT -5
Smiling softly, his mind began running over all of the most memorable moments they'd shared as a couple. He found that he was exceptionally glad that D'rorah had made the first move; Dylan was far too shy and insecure about himself to do such a thing. That, also coupled with the fact that he had held too much respect for her by that stage to do anything, made it inevitable that he would not have acted on his feelings without prompting, no matter how strong they had been at the time. Incredibly happy that she had bothered to notice him, he gave her another soft kiss, all of his current thoughts and emotions going into it as he held her gently.
The grimace that adorned his face was not entirely genuine. True, he did not like the idea of being bed-ridden for the next day or two, but his mood was so orientatated towards content that he simply didn't mind at that moment. As long as cuddles such as this could endure the time period he was to spend in bed, of course. "Ah well, I've heard rumours about your cooking is all, darling D'rorah," he said teasingly as he smiled cheekily at her, giving her another small kiss.
Pondering what he might crave at the moment, his ears perked up as she mentioned falafels. "That sounds rather good," he admitted quietly, his hand running the length of her side with light fingers. "Promise you won't be gone long?" he added in a whisper, his other hand toying with her hair.
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