28th January 2018
Nigrum flos Mortis chpt2
The first thing Freak- no, Harry -thought when he opened his eyes was that none of the Dursley's owned an alarm clock, well not anymore. Dudley had thrown a fit when the loud beeping woke him up early, and Aunt Petunia had subsequently gotten rid of it. The second thing he thought was that wherever he was, it was not his cupboard. As much as he loved it, his cot was not this comfy or warm.
Maybe he had died, Harry's heart skipped a beat. But then, why is his heart still beating? Harry realised if he wanted to figure out where he was, he was going to have to open his eyes.
Now David had performed many operations in his career, but none had ever been as exhausting and as terrifying as this one. Never in his life had he seen such a tiny broken body, and despite his best hopes, David could not see this child making it through the night.
Deciding to check on the young boy's stats before heading to an on-call room, David made his way to the guarded room his patient was in. Showing his pass to the police officer, David opened the door… to find two very awake and very scared eyes staring straight back at him.
David slowly closed the door behind whilst keep eye contact with the very much awake patient who should have still be under the effects of the anaesthetics.
"Hi, my name is Doctor Johnson. I am here to help you get better," David stated calmly to the child, placing his palms up making sure that he could see them.
Harry was now definitely sure that he was not in his cupboard, he was on a bed he had seen in one of Aunt Petunia's doctor show. He was in the place sick people go, was he sick? Who had brought him here? Where was Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon? How much trouble was he –
A door opened right in front of him and a tall man came in, Harry watched as the man's eye widened when he looked at him. Harry did not know what to do, the only old people he had ever seen was Aunt and Uncle.
"Hi, my name is Doctor Johnson. I am here to help you get better," the man had closed the door and slowly brought his hands so that Harry could see them. Harry slowly began to back upon his bed, getting as far away from Dr Johnson as possible. The doctor went on to ask something, but Harry realised something more important, he had things attached to him and he did not like it. Still scrambling further away from the doctor Harry grabbed the long wires attached to his chest and pulled them off, then the tubes in his arms, a loud noise went off and the doctor yelled and came at him.
The boy had started to move back a bit on the bed, trying to make sure he did not harm himself David told him that he was just going to check his heart rate. This, however, did not matter as the boy had realised that he had multiple monitors and an IV attached to him was focused on them. Suddenly, the boy ripped off all his wires and tubes David launched himself towards the boy and yelled,
"STOP! They aren't going to hurt you!" The IV was full of pain meds, and if the child did not have them he would be in immense agony. This did not matter to the boy as he kept pulling them out, and then dived under the bed.
"I'll be good, please, I'll be good. Please don't tell Aunt Petunia, please."
David paused, this child was abused severely and he was going to need to be very cautious about he approached the situation.
"Your Aunt and Uncle won't punish you, I promise. They are gone now, I here to help you get better," David slowly lowered himself to lie flat on the floor, keeping his hands in the sight of the tiny child.
"Please can you come out? I need to make sure you are okay," the child green eyes widened and tears began to form. Then he slowly retreated to the other side of the bed making it a barrier between him and David.
David mirrored the boy's actions, and slowly went to his knees trying to make himself less daunting. He checked over where the IV had been inserted, the skin seemed to have healed over almost completely, but bruise still wrapped around his skin and his face pallor.
"Can you tell me what your name is?" David placed his clipboard on the bed as if a table, always showing the scared child his actions, "Do you known how old are you?"
The boy looked at him and then put up five fingers, this small child who was most definitely the size of a three or four-year-old, was five-years-old! David noted this down on the chart and then realised that he hadn't answered the first question at all, and the second with his hands.
"Do you know to say your name?" the boy looked at him as if he was guilty of something.
"I'm sorry sir, I'm a worthless freak, please don't hurt me." David's heart cracked even more at the knowledge of how horrible those monsters had treated this poor little boy. He had his work cut out for him.
David was later able to finally coax the boy to get back into the bed, but unable to convince him to let the IV be reinserted. Harry Potter, the social worker had discovered that he was the Dursley's nephew and then his name, was going to need to be shown that other human beings were not all monster and a ton of affection.
Harry would be visited by most of the nursing staff, all having taken a liking to the small boy, Doctor Johnson "call me David", and his social worker Joan. At first, Harry would always put something between himself and a visitor whether the bed or the bathroom door, then slowly began to stay in his bed and talk to them. Only Doctor Johnson had been able to physically touch the boy, with monitoring his vitals and one small light pat on the shoulder (which unfortunately caused him to flinch away).
The nurses always brought him food that they knew his shrunken stomach could handle, putting flowers in a vase for him and giving him the fluffiest blankets they could find. Joan sounded very soft when she talked to Harry, she brought him books after learning that he had been learning to from books that Dudley had mostly destroyed. The most surprising thing to Harry was that no one ever punished him, or called him freak or boy. When Harry accidentally knocked over a cup of water there had been no belt, just Doctor Johnson asking if he was alright. And when Harry woke up screaming in the night, the nurses didn't beat him and lock him up in a cupboard, they fluffed his pillow for him and sat next to his bed until he fell asleep.
Harry learnt all about kinds of stuff from the books Joan gave him, he had learnt colours, numbers, animals and got started on adding and subtracting numbers. Joan said that he was very smart and proud of him. No one had ever told him that before, not even the colourful voices.