Post by Kelly Evans on May 15, 2011 17:57:38 GMT -5
It had been a long couple of months. With attacks on wizard and muggle alike, the hospital had been the busiest it had ever been, busier than Christmas. Aside from the circumstances, Kelly appreciated that she was kept busy every day. It meant that her mind wasn't always fixed on the fact that so many of the people she loved had ended up on her floor, in her beds. The only time she really let herself think about that was when she laid down to sleep. Even then, her dreams were filled with images of dark mist, roiling around Jacques, and Ivy, and lately figures with no faces, figures she recognised from scent and shape. It was never restful sleep. In fact, Kelly had become so ill at ease in her own home that she'd started sleeping in her office. A small camp bed had been conjured into the corner of the room, pushed up against the wall. Dark smudges circled her eyes, leaving her already pale face looking wan.
It turns out that she was not a good vigilante. Her attempts at espionage had gone worse than she could have imagined, but in all honesty Kelly didn't mind so much. She thought back to perhaps the only pleasant moment she'd shared with her mother, who had figured out what Kelly was attempting to do. You're not built to fight, Adrienne had said, not unkindly. You're built to put people back together. Which is what she'd been doing for these past months, praying to whatever gods or goddesses out there that more of her friends would not be hurt. The face of Jacques swam into her mind, and she had to smile. The progress he was making was allowing Kelly to believe that all of the work and the lack of sleep was worth it. She glanced down at the chart she held in her hand, scribbling a note on the paper while she thought of it. There wasn't much that she and the other Mediwizards on Jacques' case hadn't tried to cure his memory loss. It had taken Kelly a good couple of weeks to admit to resignation, and accept the fact that perhaps the only thing they could give Jacques, and the other victims, was time.
Kelly stood up from her desk and stretched. Combing her fingers through her loose brown hair, she tied it up into a knot at the nape of her neck, tucking away any stray strands. Unwilling to sit back down, but equally as unwilling to leave the quiet of her office and look for trouble, Kelly stood in the middle of the room, staring at the door. As she had whispered to herself every day for the past year, she wished that she would just wake up, and everything had been a horrible dream.