| lupercus @ 2003-12-29 16:52:00 |
| Current mood: |  tired |
| Current music: | Sirius and Harry bickering over a chessboard |
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly
Well, an update for those curious. My Healer - a delightful soul by the name of Smethwyck - says that they've nearly got all the silver out of my system. It's very tricky you see, removing something from a person's blood, and I'll tell you it's not very pleasant. There are so many foul-tasting potions involved, I couldn't even begin to list them. I shouldn't complain however, because the alternative to the potions is far worse than a bad taste. I've never much liked leeches.
And that is the good news. The bad news is that my leg seems to be in worse shape than they thought. If they'd been able to get to it straight away it wouldn't have been much more than a simple matter of mending the bones back together, but since it was broken when I was captured, and left alone for a fortnight, it's got very dodgy indeed and they're not certain they'll be able to do much for it. In the end, I may have to have the bones removed completely, and just grow them back. And as I typed that the boy reading over my shoulder has made a very rude sound that tells me I probably won't like that very much.
However, I should like to walk again, so I think I will just do whatever it is they tell me I ought to do. It can't be any worse than a transformation.
Speaking of, that quite possibly did the most damage to me, even more than my captors did. I was left to transform without Wolfsbane, and as a result it was rather nasty. The silver in my blood kept me sick and weak so I couldn't attack the guards, but it did nothing to keep me from gnawing on myself, so I've some lovely wounds on my arms and my 'good' leg. Truly, I am quite a mess. No wonder Hermione looked a little green around the gills when she and Ginny dropped in for a visit. I'm sorry, ladies.
However, I've two lovely (if a little overeager) nursemaids here who are now telling me to stop writing and have a bit of dinner. According to Sirius, if I am a good boy and I take all my soup, he and Harry will read me a story. I should like this very much, especially since the only books they can get round here are the trashy sort of novels for lonely witches. Harry makes Sirius read all the dirty bits, and the last time they did it one of the Mediwitches came in just in time to hear Sirius perform the, er, climax of a scene. I don't know who was more scarlet, her or Sirius. Very amusing, though Sirius does not think so.
Right then, I'd best start eating. Cheers everyone, and have a good and safe New Year's!
Comments:
| blondenarcissa @ 2003-12-29 06:52 pm UTC |
Remus,
Do take Sirius's advice and be a good boy and eat your soup. Hearing a story ought to take your mind off of things even if only for a little while. (He wasn't reading to you from Colleen Falconer, was he? I believe that Miss Bulstrode and my Draco read some of her novels from time to time. At least, I had owled Draco one of her books once and Miss Bulstrode had nearly immediately relieved him of said book.)
Rest well.
Narcissa
| lupercus @ 2003-12-30 12:46 am UTC |
Narcissa,
I was a very good boy and ate all my soup, and I was treated to a delightful reading from Wands At the Ready, Hearts Aflame, indeed by Colleen Falconer. You would have been very proud, Sirius was an excellent Sepulveda Borscht, erstwhile Auror and betrothed to the evil Durgan Bane, and Harry brought me to tears with his turn as the rough but sensitive dragon-tamer Argon Straton who rescues Sepulveda and ravishes her on the mountaintops. Truly, it was a performance for the ages.
Or perhaps I've had a bit too much pain potion.
Cheers, my dear. See you soon.
Yours,
Remus