"No! Stitches! S-t-i-t-c-h-e-s. They're things that muggles have to close up deep wounds." She said matter-of-factly, much like Hermione.
"Zavelie?" Draco asked.
"Yeah Draco?" She continued giving him new paper towels and throwing the bloodied ones away.
"Why do you know so much about muggles?" He stared in straight in the eyes. Jezebel blushed a bit.
"Uhm, Muggle Studies. It was sort of interesting. Some things they do are so stupid. Makes me feel proud to be a witch." She smiled.
"Anyway, I think we have to get you to a muggle hospital." Jezebel knew the reaction she'd get from the sentence.
"There is NO way I am going to one of those places!" Draco said, clearly disgusted.
"I don't want to go anymore than you do but we have no other choice." She declared.
"WE HAVE MAGIC!" He shouted hoarsely.
"We can't use magic! First, our parents would kill us. Second, Voldermort would find us. Come on, it won't be that bad, may be it'll be a fun experience." Jezebel tried to make it sound fun, but failed miserably.
"It's not going to be a fun experience; I don't want those muggles anywhere near me! They'll just make it worse!" Draco continued staring at the ceiling.
"Fine, but if we don't go your going to get an infection AND have a huge, ugly scar." Jezebel said and crossed her arms, not looking at Draco. It was silent for a few minutes.
"Fine, help me up then." Draco said, finally caving. Jezebel smiled and helped him up. They walked down into the pub and the owner glared at them.
"Wait here." Jezebel told Draco, leaving him at a table.
"Uhm, sorry about the noise, it won't happen again, I promise." Jezebel said to the owner, crossing her fingers. "Draco has a huge gash on his forehead and I think he needs stitches. Do you know where the closest hopistal is?"
The owner just stared at her for a few seconds, "Ya mean 'ospital?" Jezebel blushed and nodded. "Out de doer ter de rite and dun juss down de street a blind bit. Yous can't miss it." He said and cleaned out beer glasses. Jezebel nodded and began leaving.
"Oh, and e'yer, you'll need some muggle rips." He walked up to her and gave her some muggle money and walked back to his bar.
"Thanks." Jezebel smiled and helped Draco out the door and down the street.
"So, where is this place?" Draco said, getting stairs from random people.
"The owner said just down the street."
They kept walking down the street for ten minutes before they could see the hospital sign.
"Finally, I don't think I can walk anymore!" Draco light-headily said.
"It's about another five to ten minute walk Draco." Jezebel said wearily. She was tired and now her head was throbbing more.
Draco kneeled down, "I can't go anymore."
"Oh Draco come one, it's not that far." She stared at him.
"I'm just to dizzy." He said, putting his hands on the dirty ground.
"Ugh, here, get on my back, I'll carry you." She squatted down a bit and waited for him. Draco stifled a laugh, but stood up and hopped on.
"You sure you can carry me all that way, Zavelie?" He smirked, her hair smelt like raspberries.
"Yeah, you're pretty light. I once had to do the same thing for Parkinson. She may look pretty small, but she is heavy as hell." Jezebel said laughing, dismissing all the stared she got from people.
"I don't want to know, do I?" Draco laughed.
"No, probably not." Jezebel laughed with him. They finally made it into the hospital. The wait to be seen was thirty minutes and for most of the time they were looking at muggle magazines and laughing. At last it was there turn and they followed a nurse into a room and told her the problem.
"Well, yer are gonna nade stitches. We'll numb yer up an' put dem in. You'll 'av ter come back in a week or so. I'll be back in aboyt foive minutes." She walked out the door. Both Draco and Jezebel were silent, looking around the room. About ten minutes later the nurse and a doctor came in.
"'Owaya, Oi'm Dr. Sturgeon," He shook both their hands, "I'll be puttin' yisser stitches in. We'll numb yer up roi nigh wi' sum shots. After dat yer won't fale any pain." He grabbed a shot. "We'll be able ter close dis in aboyt 'en minutes or so. Ready?"
Back at the flat
"How is look?" Draco came into the sitting room, only in a towel. The blood on his face was gone, and he looked quite good. Jezebel just gawked for a minute.
"They look that bad?" Draco nervously touched the injury.
"No, no. Sorry. They look fine. You look like you go in a fight." Jezebel smiled.
"Can I take a shower now? I have blood all down the back of my head still."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry." Draco said walking back into the bedroom. He came back, sadly fully clothed. Jezebel hopped into the hot shower. As she washed her hair she touched to cut on her head and contorted in pain.
"So, what now?" Jezebel said as they both sat on the couch.
"Well, I'm sort of hungry, but not for that old soup." Draco said, staring at sullied floor.
"Yeah, me too. Hmm." Jezebel thought hard.
There's nothing in the kitchen but that soup…
"We could go out and eat." Jezebel looked at Draco.
"We don't have any money, we spent it all on me forehead slash eyebrow." He pointed at his head.
"Oh…yeah…" Jezebel looked back down at the floor. But, suddenly she remembered what her mum had slipped into her bag. She swiftly stood up, which made Draco jump, and ran into the bedroom. Draco just looked in the direction of the room, confused. Jezebel ran back with her bag in one hand and a small pouch in the other.
"What?!" Draco looked up at her.
"I forgot mum converted loads of galleons into muggle dollars!" She shouted excitedly and took out a wad of cash from the envelope. Draco stood up and grabbed the money from her, counting it.
"Now we can go out to eat and do other things!" She hugged Draco and put the money back in her bag.
"Just let me change and we can go!" She sprinted back to the room and came back five minutes later, totally changed. Draco smiled at the low-cut shirt she was wearing and the short skirt. Jezebel noticed him staring and grinned, that's exactly the reaction she was looking for.
"Ready?" Jezebel snapped Draco back to life.
"Yeah, yeah. Okay, let's go." Draco shook his head and followed her out the pub.
"The owner said there's a really high class place a few miles away, called Admiralty. It's got French cuisine and leather booths and things, real top-notch. We just have to get to the Tube station." Jezebel said as they started walking toward the station. The sunset was a mixture of orange, pink, and purple and you could faintly see the moon.
