Halloween Prompt - Terrified
Sims 3 Trait - Friendly
School Of Prompt - WordCount 575
Wordcount without AN - 603
Injured
Terror was coursing through his veins but he couldn't move. He was frozen in place as the fear rolled over him in waves, making it impossible to think clearly. Harry was injured in the line of duty. Harry was in Saint Mungo's. Harry was injured... injured...injured.
"Severus?"
He knew that voice. That was the voice that had just told him that Harry had been injured. Granger.
"Severus, calm down."
Granger again. Why was she telling him to calm down. Harry'd been injured. Why were they just standing there? He needed to be with his husband. Oh. Granger was trying to get him to move.
"He'll be alright, Severus."
She can't know that. She has no business saying things like that. Harry was injured.
"Come on, Severus. We'll go and see him."
See him. That sounded like a good idea. He just had to remember how to work his legs.
An arm settled on his back and propelled him forward. That was it. One foot in front of the other, one step at a time.
The door to the private hospital room was open slightly, and Severus could hear voices inside. Hermione pushed him in first, but he could feel her following close behind.
Weasley sat in the single chair beside the bed, his hair messier than usual as though he'd been anxiously running a hand through it.
And there, in the bed, lay Harry. With his eyes open. And a sheepish smile on his face.
"I thought you were never going to get here," Harry murmured as Severus stumbled towards the bed. They reached for each other at the same time, hands joining in the middle. Harry saw the state Severus was in and glanced at Ron and Hermione. "Give us a minute, guys."
Severus waited for Ron to vacate the chair and collapsed into it, still clutching Harry's hand tightly.
"What happened?" he asked, forcing the words out. Now he'd seen that Harry was, actually, alive and only slightly injured given the smile he'd had on his face when Severus entered, he was slowly getting some brain function back.
"I got caught with a blasting hex," Harry replied, a slight shrug. "Flesh wound, Severus, nothing to get upset about."
"Flesh wound, right," Severus murmured, standing up suddenly and wrapping his arms around Harry. "Do you have any idea how terrified I was? I thought you'd... I thought -"
"Severus, I'm fine."
"I thought -"
"Severus!"
Harry pressed his lips to his husband's. "I've given Kingsley my notice."
"What?"
"I've put my notice in. I'm done making you worry whenever I'm out in the field."
"You're done?"
"I'm done."
Severus kissed Harry again, pressing butterfly kisses on his cheeks, his eyelids, his nose, his chin. "Thank you."
Harry smiled. "You know I'd do anything for you."
"When can you come home?"
"As soon as the healer discharges me," Harry replied. "Should be sometime in the next hour or so."
Severus nodded and sat back down to wait. It didn't take long for the healer to come in, followed by Ron and Hermione.
"Ah, Mr Potter. I've just read your chart. At least it's not an overnight stay this time, huh?" Healer Denton said, a friendly smile on her face.
"There is that," Harry agreed cheerfully.
"You can go. Use a healing salve for the next week. I hope I don't see you too soon."
Harry grinned, climbing from the bed with a wince. Severus wrapped an arm around his shoulders. It was time to go home.