Real 24
"Where is he?"
She opened her eyes, uncertain of where she was, knowing she needed to find Professor Snape and get back to Hogwarts immediately. They had to get somewhere safe, and quickly. Every sense in her body was going insane, a warning she had learned long ago not to ignore. To ignore such things brings a dire consequence. There was a high danger in this place, and she just wanted to run.
"Where is who?" a quiet voice replied from the doorway.
"Proff.My ,erm, uncle. We were together when..." she thought quietly for a moment, trying to recollect why she was so worried about her Potions master, what had happened. She sucked in her breath quickly as the realization hit her. "He got hit by a bus!"
The nurse stepped into the room, walking over to the end of the bed and checking the clipboard hanging off it. Checking the monitor beside the bed, the nurse came over and looked her in the eyes, pulling a little pocket flashlight out of her pocket and nearly blinding Cassandra in the process, while triggering a massive headache.
"Damn! Was that necessary?" she cursed.
"Clearly you're feeling better." The nurse replied dryly. "So that man who came in with you was your Uncle? We all thought he was your father. He is currently up in surgery right now, he was hurt very badly in the accident, and it was very close when he came in. The surgeons will do all they can to help him. In the meantime, is there someone we can call in your family for you?"
Mulling over the information, Cassandra contemplated what her next move should be. Clearly she was in a Muggle hospital, and it was not likely that there were a variety of owls available to send off to Dumbledore. If only she new how to apparate.she needed a Floo network connection. Maybe with her wand.. Her wand, where was it?
"He's my only family." She spoke honestly at this, and then added "where are my clothes?"
"You can't leave yet." The nurse replied.
"I don't want to; I won't leave without Uncle. Sev anyways. But there are some things in my pockets I want."
"Oh. Well, in that case, they are in the locker over there. I don't think that they are in very good condition though. I need to draw some blood from you." The nurse finished, taking Cassandra's arm.
"Why?" Cassandra was instantly suspicious, and snapped her arm back around her. It was a bad move, it felt as if a knife had just gashed through her side, and suddenly she was out of breath and her head swirled. "Holy fuck!" She gasped.
"You won't want to make any more sudden moves, my dear. You have quite a few broken ribs, a concussion badly bruised. Now that you are awake, we can administer some painkillers to you."
Why didn't it hurt like this right after it happened? I was able to get up and go over to where he had fallen?" her eyes were watering from the pain.
"Adrenaline. "The nurse replied sympathetically.
"No morphine!" she said suddenly.
"What?" replied the nurse, looking at her strangely.
Professor Snape's words rang through her head... the dangers of opiates and magic, and how those drugs could wipe out a person's entire magical ability if not given in the minutest doses, as wizards were so hyper sensitive to the side effects.
"We're both deadly allergic to it. No morphine, no opiates. Our whole family is like that."
"Well, it's a good thing you told us. I won't be able to give you much more than Tylenol and an anti-inflammatory then. It probably won't help you much. Now, your arm please, I need to go and call surgery and warn them about the allergy.' She looked at Cassandra expectantly.
"Fine. But you never told me why you needed my blood." Something else they had been warned about in Potions.. Be aware of what a precious commodity blood was, and how highly sought after by Dark Wizards.
Sticking the needle into her arm, the nurse sighed. "Your uncle needs blood, and he is a very specific rare blood type. It's hard to match and they were hoping that as family, you might have the same type. However, that was when we thought he was your father. so we might be out of luck. He needs it desperately; the plasma they're giving him won't be enough."
Pressing a band aid over the hole in the crook of Cassandra's elbow, and then patting her on the arm the nurse finished with "I'll let you know how he's doing when he comes out of Surgery."
Cassandra thanked the nurse, and then closed her eyes. This was all very overwhelming, and she needed to clear her head and think about a solution. Clearly, she had to get someone magical to save the Professor. The nurse hadn't looked her in the eyes when explaining Snape's condition, and that put Cassandra on edge. How bad was he?? It sounded like he could indeed die. The thought of that was unbearable. And to know that they were counting on her blood to replace all that he had lost in saving her, knowing full well that they weren't related, she couldn't stop the tears from falling down her face, aware that he was doomed. The only adult in all these years to treat her well, to take care of her, to be there and protect her when things fell apart. He had helped her and saved her so many times, and now, when he needed help, she was in this bed, useless. An evil twist and she wondered at whether the bus HAD been an accident, or a set-up. Voldemorte and his followers were very powerful, and caused things like this constantly. She definitely should not have pissed off Ignoble again. The largest possibility was that this was all her fault. It had sounded like Professor Snape had really gotten after him, and she had the sneaking suspicion that he had threatened Ignacious and that could (would) mean revenge in some form. This would have been the perfect revenge, killing both of them with one bus (two snakes with one bus?). Yet, here she was. And there he was, fighting for his life in an operating theater somewhere. Her mind drifted, as the tears fell harder, soaking the pillow as they cascaded down her face. A thought flashed through her mind.
Oh Draco, where are you? I'm hurt, and he's going to die. I need you so bad..
It was futile; she had no way to contact anyone in the magic community. The pain in her head seared to a new intensity, and in the height of the pain, before she blacked out again, an answer came.
The words floated into her mind, clear as a bell.
"I'm coming."
"Where is he?"
She opened her eyes, uncertain of where she was, knowing she needed to find Professor Snape and get back to Hogwarts immediately. They had to get somewhere safe, and quickly. Every sense in her body was going insane, a warning she had learned long ago not to ignore. To ignore such things brings a dire consequence. There was a high danger in this place, and she just wanted to run.
"Where is who?" a quiet voice replied from the doorway.
"Proff.My ,erm, uncle. We were together when..." she thought quietly for a moment, trying to recollect why she was so worried about her Potions master, what had happened. She sucked in her breath quickly as the realization hit her. "He got hit by a bus!"
The nurse stepped into the room, walking over to the end of the bed and checking the clipboard hanging off it. Checking the monitor beside the bed, the nurse came over and looked her in the eyes, pulling a little pocket flashlight out of her pocket and nearly blinding Cassandra in the process, while triggering a massive headache.
"Damn! Was that necessary?" she cursed.
"Clearly you're feeling better." The nurse replied dryly. "So that man who came in with you was your Uncle? We all thought he was your father. He is currently up in surgery right now, he was hurt very badly in the accident, and it was very close when he came in. The surgeons will do all they can to help him. In the meantime, is there someone we can call in your family for you?"
Mulling over the information, Cassandra contemplated what her next move should be. Clearly she was in a Muggle hospital, and it was not likely that there were a variety of owls available to send off to Dumbledore. If only she new how to apparate.she needed a Floo network connection. Maybe with her wand.. Her wand, where was it?
"He's my only family." She spoke honestly at this, and then added "where are my clothes?"
"You can't leave yet." The nurse replied.
"I don't want to; I won't leave without Uncle. Sev anyways. But there are some things in my pockets I want."
"Oh. Well, in that case, they are in the locker over there. I don't think that they are in very good condition though. I need to draw some blood from you." The nurse finished, taking Cassandra's arm.
"Why?" Cassandra was instantly suspicious, and snapped her arm back around her. It was a bad move, it felt as if a knife had just gashed through her side, and suddenly she was out of breath and her head swirled. "Holy fuck!" She gasped.
"You won't want to make any more sudden moves, my dear. You have quite a few broken ribs, a concussion badly bruised. Now that you are awake, we can administer some painkillers to you."
Why didn't it hurt like this right after it happened? I was able to get up and go over to where he had fallen?" her eyes were watering from the pain.
"Adrenaline. "The nurse replied sympathetically.
"No morphine!" she said suddenly.
"What?" replied the nurse, looking at her strangely.
Professor Snape's words rang through her head... the dangers of opiates and magic, and how those drugs could wipe out a person's entire magical ability if not given in the minutest doses, as wizards were so hyper sensitive to the side effects.
"We're both deadly allergic to it. No morphine, no opiates. Our whole family is like that."
"Well, it's a good thing you told us. I won't be able to give you much more than Tylenol and an anti-inflammatory then. It probably won't help you much. Now, your arm please, I need to go and call surgery and warn them about the allergy.' She looked at Cassandra expectantly.
"Fine. But you never told me why you needed my blood." Something else they had been warned about in Potions.. Be aware of what a precious commodity blood was, and how highly sought after by Dark Wizards.
Sticking the needle into her arm, the nurse sighed. "Your uncle needs blood, and he is a very specific rare blood type. It's hard to match and they were hoping that as family, you might have the same type. However, that was when we thought he was your father. so we might be out of luck. He needs it desperately; the plasma they're giving him won't be enough."
Pressing a band aid over the hole in the crook of Cassandra's elbow, and then patting her on the arm the nurse finished with "I'll let you know how he's doing when he comes out of Surgery."
Cassandra thanked the nurse, and then closed her eyes. This was all very overwhelming, and she needed to clear her head and think about a solution. Clearly, she had to get someone magical to save the Professor. The nurse hadn't looked her in the eyes when explaining Snape's condition, and that put Cassandra on edge. How bad was he?? It sounded like he could indeed die. The thought of that was unbearable. And to know that they were counting on her blood to replace all that he had lost in saving her, knowing full well that they weren't related, she couldn't stop the tears from falling down her face, aware that he was doomed. The only adult in all these years to treat her well, to take care of her, to be there and protect her when things fell apart. He had helped her and saved her so many times, and now, when he needed help, she was in this bed, useless. An evil twist and she wondered at whether the bus HAD been an accident, or a set-up. Voldemorte and his followers were very powerful, and caused things like this constantly. She definitely should not have pissed off Ignoble again. The largest possibility was that this was all her fault. It had sounded like Professor Snape had really gotten after him, and she had the sneaking suspicion that he had threatened Ignacious and that could (would) mean revenge in some form. This would have been the perfect revenge, killing both of them with one bus (two snakes with one bus?). Yet, here she was. And there he was, fighting for his life in an operating theater somewhere. Her mind drifted, as the tears fell harder, soaking the pillow as they cascaded down her face. A thought flashed through her mind.
Oh Draco, where are you? I'm hurt, and he's going to die. I need you so bad..
It was futile; she had no way to contact anyone in the magic community. The pain in her head seared to a new intensity, and in the height of the pain, before she blacked out again, an answer came.
The words floated into her mind, clear as a bell.
"I'm coming."