Tourniquet
Harry Potter lay in his bed reminiscing the last few strands of memories when he could see the light shining and his friends smiling faces. He had been blind for a few days and it was driving him crazy, just seeing the darkness around him. The warmth of the sunlight was the only thing reminding him of the thing he once called day. His hands balled around the white sheets of the infirmary. He felt a warm liquid running down his arms. It was part of the paralysis curse, bleeding. Harry opened his eyes, they made no difference, green tinted shades masking truth from another's eyes. The door creaked open and the person stepped in, judging by the light footsteps it was Ron. He had been visiting Harry night and day making sure Harry made it through. "Hey, Ron," muttered Harry, moving slightly so Ron could sit at the side of his bed. "Hey, Harry. Oh, you're bleeding again." Ron made a move to get some bandages. Harry took a chance and reached for Ron's arm. "Don't, Ron."
"Don't you want to? Why?"
"It will just bleed again." Harry paused as Ron sat back on the bed. The heat that radiated from Ron felt like fire warming him from the cold he had been feeling when Ron wasn't around. "Tell me what's wrong Harry."
"There's nothing wrong." But the lie hung over them like a storm cloud prepared to break. And it did.
"I hate it, Ron. I hate the fact that I'm blind, I can't see you. Anything. I can't all there is, is the darkness that fills me. Every time I go to sleep I tell myself I'm just dreaming and that when I wake up in the morning I can see you, Hermione, everyone. But then when I do wake I suddenly realize I'm not dreaming." He was curled in to a ball, hands turned into fists, eyes squeezed shut, an attempt to contain the misery he never wanted. And barely a whisper was the words of the silent pain. "I hate it."
~*~
"My God, My Tourniquet
Return to me Salvation."
For those who want to know, this is just a ficlet for "the trust I lay upon you" since everyone says it's too short so this is telling what he feels. The song "Tourniquet" is from Evanescence. Review if you want to.
Harry Potter lay in his bed reminiscing the last few strands of memories when he could see the light shining and his friends smiling faces. He had been blind for a few days and it was driving him crazy, just seeing the darkness around him. The warmth of the sunlight was the only thing reminding him of the thing he once called day. His hands balled around the white sheets of the infirmary. He felt a warm liquid running down his arms. It was part of the paralysis curse, bleeding. Harry opened his eyes, they made no difference, green tinted shades masking truth from another's eyes. The door creaked open and the person stepped in, judging by the light footsteps it was Ron. He had been visiting Harry night and day making sure Harry made it through. "Hey, Ron," muttered Harry, moving slightly so Ron could sit at the side of his bed. "Hey, Harry. Oh, you're bleeding again." Ron made a move to get some bandages. Harry took a chance and reached for Ron's arm. "Don't, Ron."
"Don't you want to? Why?"
"It will just bleed again." Harry paused as Ron sat back on the bed. The heat that radiated from Ron felt like fire warming him from the cold he had been feeling when Ron wasn't around. "Tell me what's wrong Harry."
"There's nothing wrong." But the lie hung over them like a storm cloud prepared to break. And it did.
"I hate it, Ron. I hate the fact that I'm blind, I can't see you. Anything. I can't all there is, is the darkness that fills me. Every time I go to sleep I tell myself I'm just dreaming and that when I wake up in the morning I can see you, Hermione, everyone. But then when I do wake I suddenly realize I'm not dreaming." He was curled in to a ball, hands turned into fists, eyes squeezed shut, an attempt to contain the misery he never wanted. And barely a whisper was the words of the silent pain. "I hate it."
~*~
"My God, My Tourniquet
Return to me Salvation."
For those who want to know, this is just a ficlet for "the trust I lay upon you" since everyone says it's too short so this is telling what he feels. The song "Tourniquet" is from Evanescence. Review if you want to.