Also for the Monthly Slash-tastic Drabble-athon Competition (54. strong hands)
Intellectually, you know that rehabilitation and physical therapy will be painful. You've prepared yourself for it – it couldn't be worse than the year you spent on the run, after all.
And then you try to grip a pencil for the first time since you woke in St Mungo's, and all of that flies out the window. The only thing you can think about is that it hurts.
Seamus is by your side, encouraging you to keep going. But the though of flexing your hand like that ten times – the amount the Healer said that you were supposed to try and achieve – is too much to think about. You'll never be able to make it; it's just too painful.
With a defeated sigh, you allow your palm to open and the pencil to slip out of it. You don't deserve to be called a Gryffindor – Harry has spent seven years fighting against Voldemort, and you couldn't even bear the thought of twenty minutes of pain. Where's your courage now?
You're ashamed that Seamus had to see you like this, broken and useless. It's confirmed – you cannot even draw, so what use are you?
But Seamus has never been one to give up on you, even if you give up on yourself. It's his encouraging smile, and the hand that grips yours that convinces you to try – one more time.
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