A/N: This chapter is heavy on the medical stuff, but I feel the chapter is better for it. My A&P book went AWOL, so some of my terms may be off, and for that I apologize profusely.
Surrender to Strange Circumstances
Chapter 8: Saving the White Wolf
In the end, Sam and the three vampires arrived together followed by the rest of the pack, hell bent on catching them before they reached Jacob and Angela.
"Protego!" Angela shouted, casting the shield between Sam and the rest of the pack. The wolves bounced off the suddenly solid air and howled their displeasure at being kept from their prey. "Bring him straight in, Alice, the Clean Room spell has a built in ave on it."
Alice and Carlisle barreled into the tent. Carlisle started unpacking the bag Bella brought while Alice laid Harry gently on the table. Angela banished Harry's clothes and looked at him with exasperation and horror.
"Stasis Crucia!" She cast, "Merciful Merlin, you stupid idiot, what did you do now?"
"Got mauled by a pack of werewolves." Harry gasped.
"What did you do a damned fool thing like that for?" Angela asked, casting a variety of diagnostic spells on Harry.
"Didn't mean to. Just kinda happened." Harry said.
"Well, there's two pieces of good news among a whole laundry list of bad news." Angela huffed.
Harry looked at Angela, waiting for her to continue. "Well?" He asked.
"You are not going to catch Lycanthropy, not that it matters, you're already a wolf." Angela said.
"Dire-wolf, thank you. What else?" Harry asked through gritted teeth. The pain blocking spell was already starting to wear off.
"We have a fully trained Healer to help me fix your broken ass up. You can listen to the bad news while I tell Carlisle, but first, I have a Pensieve here. Can I collect the memory of what happened?" Angela asked.
"Yeah, sure, but make a copy. I hate holes in my memory." Harry said.
Angela touched the tip of her wand to Harry's temple, drawing out a long silvery strand of memory, depositing it into the Pensieve. Harry's eyes slipped shut and Angela tapped his cheek. "Stay awake a little longer."
Carlisle stepped up to the table, gloved and gowned, ready for anything. "What's the damage?" He asked Angela.
"Shall I start at the top?" Angela asked. Carlisle nodded.
"Minor concussion complete with goose-egg on the right parietal area; dislocated right shoulder, both collar bones cracked, four cracked ribs on the left consistent with being struck; five broken ribs on the right, consistent with hitting an immovable object such as a tree or rock; punctured right lung from mentioned broken ribs, bruising to his liver, both kidneys, ruptured spleen, internal bleeding, dislocated right knee and compound fractures of both the right tibia and fibula. Oh, and a badly sprained left ankle." Angela concluded.
Harry choked out a laugh. "Look, Angel, I didn't even have a broom this time. You gonna save my ass again?"
"Somnus." Angela said, glaring at Harry.
Carlisle chuckled. It was obvious Angela had patched Harry up many times in the past. That was useful, she would know how Harry's body would react to everything they did and any allergies he might have.
"Ms. Weber, could you pull up the scans so I can see what needs to be done, please?" Carlisle asked.
"Yes, Healer Cullen." Angela said, flicking her wand.
Carlisle whistled lowly when the scans appeared above Harry's body. "Okay. The spleen will have to be removed, it's too damaged to fix and he doesn't really need it anyway. The third and fourth ribs on the right side are shattered, so they have to come out before we can fix his lung. I'll need to open his leg to set his knee and leg fractures. Skele-gro for the rest of the bones, blood replenisher and heavy duty pain potions afterward. Anything I should know before we start?"
"Harry is allergic to foxglove so anesthetic and paralytic potions can't be used. I have developed special spells for him that work just as well. He's also allergic to skullcap, so we can't use the more potent pain potions. He does have a high pain threshold, so using a mid-level potion without skullcap does the trick. That's it." Angela said.
"Let's start with the ribs so we can get him breathing properly again. Cast away, Healer Trainee." Carlisle said.
"Petrificus Limitas. Stasis Mortis. When we are done in his chest, I'll cancel the Stasis." Angela said.
"Good. Number 10 scalpel, please. Let's get this thing started." Carlisle said, making the first cut.
So it began. The saving of Harry, the White Wolf, in whose eyes Alice had seen the future. Some twenty minutes later, Angela ended the Stasis Mortis and she and Carlisle breathed sighs of relief when Harry started breathing on his own. Almost two hours later, Carlisle closed the last incision and instructed Angela to end the rest of the spells and wake Harry up.
"He's going to be in a lot of pain, so cast whatever that first spell you put on him was. Then we will move him into the house where he will be more comfortable." Carlisle said.
Angela smiled. "The Stasis Crucia. Very powerful and very limited. I developed that one for Harry too."
"You know, if Healing doesn't work out, there is money in charm development." Carlisle said.
"No reason I can't do both." Angela said, "Ennervate."
Harry gasped and opened his eyes to see Carlisle and Angela standing over him. "Urgh." He groaned.
"Welcome back, Harry." Carlisle said, "Would you like the Skele-Gro before or after we move you?"
"After." Harry mumbled, "Angel's gonna knock me out with Somnus and Dreamless Sleep after I take it anyway."
Carlisle raised his eyebrows at that. "Somnus and Dreamless Sleep? Isn't that dangerous?"
"Harry's resistant to Dreamless Sleep. Only the combination of both will keep him asleep long enough to do any good." Angela said.
"Well, you would know best." Carlisle said. He signaled to Jacob who was sitting outside the tent, when the spells had fallen. "Put him to bed. Angela will be along soon with his medication."
Jacob gently picked Harry up and carried him into the house. Angela gathered the potions and followed, leaving Carlisle and Alice to clean up. When she came into Harry's room, Jacob got up to leave, but Harry grabbed his arm.
"Stay, please, until I fall asleep?" Harry asked.
Jacob nodded and sat down, taking Harry's hand. He watched as Harry downed the Skele-Gro with a grimace, then the sweeter Dreamless Sleep and pain potions.
"I will be here when you wake and you can tell me what happened." Jacob said.
"Ask Angela, she already has the memory." Harry said, his eyes already slipping shut.
"Somnus." Angela whispered, "Come on, Jacob, he will be out for at least ten hours. I will show you what happened."
When Jacob emerged from the Pensieve, he was livid. He walked silently into the house and sat with Harry until he could deal with his pack without killing them all.