Post by Kelly Evans on May 20, 2011 8:03:08 GMT -5
Kelly stood silently beside the still, pale, yet breathing, form of Straw Buckett. Her eyes, dark with fatigue and hurt, didn't move from his face as she willed him to wake up, wake up and tell her what had happened. But he didn't wake up, not for the two hours that she stood there, in her silence, watching as nurses bustled in and back out again, fluffing pillows and fixing up pain potions. When at least she felt as if she would explode from the questions tearing through her brain, Kelly turned on her heel and stalked out of one room, into another.
The witch sat down in the armchair that had been set up beside Ivy's bed, and drew her legs up, resting her chin against her knees. She drew a hand through her already tangled hair once more, longing to run a brush through it, instead, and covered her face with her hands. Ivy's stuttered, confused I did it, didn't make sense to Kelly. The Ivy she knew, the Ivy she'd played pirates and truth or dare and spin the bottle with, would never intentionally have put her brother, and her husband, in danger. Not to mention herself and her unborn child. A child which, as far as Kelly knew, was safe and healthy in the paediatrics ward.
She didn't want to even entertain the notion, but her rational brain told Kelly that they had got to Ivy, had infected her somehow with the desire to hurt her family. Because her instincts are very nearly always right, Kelly had sent an owl to the Ministry, requesting their assistance straight away. Two members of the hospital security staff stood on the other side of the door, waiting for the Aurors to arrive.
All anyone could do, was wait.