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James groans, and Lily resists the urge to roll her eyes. Truth be told, to injury isn't even that bad. For the most part, it's no longer bleeding; it only looks bad because the blood hasn't been washed away.
They wouldn't even be at St. Mungo's under ordinary circumstances. Unfortunately, these are not ordinary. Lily doesn't know exactly what scratched him, and they don't want to take any chances. Still, she's more than a little certain her husband is milking it.
"I'm dying, Lils," he says with a dramatic sniffles. "Goodbye, cruel world. Merlin! I'm so young!"
"Shut up. You aren't dying."
He frowns. "Heartless."
Lily rolls her eyes, but she can't fight the smile that tugs at her lips. She loves him, but he really is hopeless. With a chuckle, she tucks her auburn hair behind her ear. "Keep it up, and you'll be sleeping on the sofa tonight," she says dryly.
That's all it takes. James continues to scowl his annoyance, but he is blissfully quiet.
The Healer comes in and examines his arm. She runs a quick diagnostic spell before chuckling and summoning a vial of Essence of Dittany and dabbing it on the jagged cut. The skin begins forming over the wound.
"Don't you need to… I dunno… I feel like I need something more than that? Something for poison? An injection?" James' dark brows knit together in confusion.
"It's just a cut," the Healer says, smiling at him. "Nothing special or magical about it. A little dittany, and you'll be as good as new."
Lily covers her mouth, trying to muffle her laughter. So much fussing and fretting, and it's just a regular cut. James really is more dramatic than he needs to be.
"Oi!" James reaches out, lightly poking her arm. "Don't laugh. I could have died!"
"Keep telling yourself that." She turns to the Healer. "Thank you. Come on, James. And, since you aren't losing your arm, you're on dishes duty when we get home."
The pout on his lips is all she needs. It's been a strange and hectic evening, but at least it's over. At least they can get back to normal.