close enough to start a war

[Kelly Evans]

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.

[Straw Buckett]

It was the faint cry of a child that registered first. Automatically, Straw reached out for his wife, convinced he was at home, "I'll get this," he murmured as his hand fell through thin air and smacked the metal bars. His eyes fluttered open in confusion as he hissed at himself for the cold smack against his bed. His vision was blurred and It took a moment longer to gain focus. It was also then when the rest of his body began to reel back in pain. The simple movement of attempting to raise his head sent thick waves of discomfort, his neck sending waves of pain. He ached everywhere, withdrawing his hand back under the blankets was more difficult then he'd anticipated. Closing his eyes, His face scrunched as his body refused to relent. 

So he was in the hospital... All reason why he was here fell away as fogged memories of the previous night etched its way back to him. Ivy...his own sister, she had done this... It didn't make sense, why had she done it, where was she now? Straw wanted to yell for her but half of him didn't think he could look her in the eye. As sore as he was, nothing seemed to hurt more then his heart right now. Refusing to believe, Straw scrunched his eyes tightly and slowly turned his head to the chair next to him. He was slightly relieved not to see Kat as he'd hate her to see him like this... Again. It was not where a father of three was supposed to be. But realistically he  needed her now, needed her to help him forget what had just happened and to make sense of what Ivy had done...

Believing he could simply grit his teeth and get out of bed, ignoring the pain, Straw was quickly shattered as his limbs refused to budge.. Straw pushes his head back into the pillow, slightly frustrated at this poor effort. Kat was going to kill him. ..