timothy g. greengrass (greengrasses) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-07-22 23:53:00

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Adamina!
Tim let out a breath, taking the rambling, upset hitwizard by the shoulders.

"Bianca, go home," he said, bending at the knees to look the girl in the eyes. She frowned, shaking her head. Tim knew she felt guilty, like she was the cause of all this, but he couldn't let her. He had to be the strong one because he hadn't been there to protect his wife and son. Bianca had been the one that had put up the fight, she had been the one who had gotten hurt, so he couldn't let her give anymore. "You don't have to stand guard."

"But what if---"

Tim shook his head and calmly explained to Bianca that she herself had a child to go home to, and that she couldn't spend all of her time at St. Mungo's. As much as Tim wanted to have a guard, a hitwizard, an auror, anyone at Adamina's door while she recovered, he knew that it just wasn't possible, or fair. And---he was here now. He wouldn't let anything happen to his wife or son, not again, not on his life. When Bianca finally resigned and left, Tim let out another sigh and went back into his sleeping wife's room. It was dark, and he crossed the room to pull the shades slightly. He stared out the window at the busy London streets, letting his mind wander.

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raindrops
2012-07-23 03:26 am UTC (link)

Adamina wasn't sleeping.

She had been, dreamlessly, no doubt from a slew of medicinal St. Mungo's remedies. But as the last hour crept upon her, the dreamlessness had tapered away to leave her swimming in and out of consciousness. She fought against her awakening state, because if she only fell back asleep, there was a chance the horrors of her days past would reveal themselves to be nothing more than a grotesque dream.

She didn't fall back asleep.

Over that hour, she heard people speaking—perhaps medical staff, occasionally Bianca or Tim. Their voices were clear and sharp, when she wished that they would be fuzzy and dreamlike. She curled more tightly into the scratch bed linen, squeezing her eyes closed until her brow puckered. But when Bianca left, the silence was deafening, and Adamina preferred the voices, no matter how loud or clear or sharp they would be.

She opened her eyes and was greeted by white tile. It was the first time in what felt like years that she had seen something other than dank darkness. When her gaze travelled lower, she saw the pronounced bump of her stomach and lifted an aching arm slowly to run her hand down it. Quite unexpectedly, her eyes filled, and she forced them closed to wring out the tears. As she raised that aching arm further to dash away the rest of the tears, her gaze fell on Tim, whose back was to her. He stared out the window, which obscured his reflection, but his stance looked tense.

She gave herself one moment to fall apart before rustling the sheets and making stirring noises. Her eyes blinked slowly and when she swallowed before saying, "You're far away," the thickness to her voice wasn't in the least put on.

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greengrasses
2012-07-23 07:12 pm UTC (link)

If he was startled by her voice, Tim didn't show it. He looked over to her for a moment before moving quickly to her side, down into the chair he'd propped up against her bed last night after arriving at St. Mungo's. The past twenty-four hours had been a blur, he couldn't remember how he'd gotten here, when he'd gotten here, if he'd turned the stove off---all he knew was that there had been a hitwizard at his door and he was at St. Mungo's a moment later. There had been some knocked over trays and harsh words from a nurse he'd rammed into, but he was finally led to her room. Tim had only left Adamina's side when the healers needed to examine her or to answer questions from her friends and family (Bianca had been there before him, and she'd nearly collapsed with relief when he'd grabbed onto her), and though he was tired, he'd never felt more alert than he did now that his wife was calling him.

"I'm right here," his voice cracked, though he tried to swallow back the lump in his throat that had formed at the sight of Adamina's weary gaze. Tim had managed to be calm and stoic while he took control of as much of the situation as possible, but now that she was awake, that he could see that she was alive and getting better, he felt himself begin to falter. Tim grabbed onto her hand with both of his and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to her fingertips. "I'm here, Addie."

He let out a long, shaky breath, trying to keep his composure. His wife had been through enough, from what her sustained injuries told them. Tim couldn't let himself get swept up with the rage he felt at someone daring to touch his wife in this way, let alone a woman who was with child, but it was hard and it made him weary. Think positively, think about how she was back and they were together again.

"Can I get you something?" he asked softly, though he didn't want to move from his spot.

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raindrops
2012-07-23 07:59 pm UTC (link)

She shook her head on reflex, and ignored the pain from the stiffness. For once, the only thing limiting her movement was her own exhaustion and disused muscles, and she took a small measure of comfort in even that pain. It was hard to feel so much as that, when Tim was touching her again, when she could see his face after much too long.

Something about having him so close to her again had the painful over-alertness fading fast. But even her fast-blurring gaze did not soften the lines of worry or concern all over her husband's face. She wanted to reach up her free hand to smooth them away for him, but thought that might be a bit too much effort. Instead, she settled for squeezing his hand in hers and giving him a sleepy upward turn of the corners of her mouth.

"Just don't leave," she said softly, feeling a tug on her eyelids. Having him here, touching her, having him close, was starting to make her feel safe enough to let her body give up the exhaustive hyper-vigilant state to which it clung. They started to flutter close in spite of a tugging feeling in her mind, as though she were forgetting something. It had been on her thoughts just a moment before, but the drowsy haze was making it harder to—her eyes opened in a panic as her grasp on Tim's hands tightened painfully as she struggled to sit up. "Is Timothy all right? I mean—the baby—is the baby all right?"

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greengrasses
2012-07-23 11:48 pm UTC (link)

Tim sucked in a breath at her grip, thinking that he'd hurt her, or done something wrong, but then she stated her panic and his face crumbled. He had been very hard on himself these past two weeks. Crying for his wife had been out of the question, Tim had made himself be the strong husband that she needed him to be, the father that his girls had to depend on. If he had allowed himself to get too emotional he would never have escaped the despair that would have engulfed him. He hadn't slept in days because of it, and if he found himself passed out on the couch or in other random places of their home it was because his body had shut him down. He'd been holding back every bit of emotion for two weeks, but hearing her name the baby, their son, it tore down the dam he'd built up in his mind.

Timothy? She'd named the baby after him? Timothy, his little boy.

He nodded quickly, trying to reassure her that yes, the baby was fine, despite the tears that were streaming down his face. Tim tried his best to stop them, but the floodgates had opened and all he could manage was to put out his other hand to keep Adamina from sitting up, to press her gently back down to the pillows behind her.

"He's---he's fine," Tim said with a nod, taking sharp breaths to try and control himself once again. He pressed their gripped hands to his face to try and force the tears at bay, but it proved difficult. After a few moments Tim managed to get himself under control once again, but he was nearly slumped into her side by the time he dropped their hands to the mattress.

"I'm so happy you're okay," he croaked, twisting his lips to force a smile for Adamina, and to keep himself in this shaky state.

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raindrops
2012-07-24 01:20 am UTC (link)

He was fine.

He was fine. The refrain cycled through her head. She didn't know. She couldn't tell anymore, because that fluttery feeling in her stomach had gone away and it had not come back. The things that they had done to her—to him—she didn't know if it ever could.

But everything was fine.

That should have meant she was fine as well, but knowing this, and seeing Tim try so hard to keep himself together for her, she felt the tears so successfully staunched mere moments ago flood her. Great, big racking breaths and sobs that had her vision greying. Adamina tried to breathe through it, tried to calm herself by repeating that everything was fine, but no matter what she tried, she couldn't stop it. The irrational tears terrified her, because she had no control, and she could feel panic grip her.

"Don't leave me!" she cried, fighting against the weight that kept her from turning to face him completely, straining. It wasn't at all what she meant to say. She meant to tell him that she loved him, that she never thought she'd see him again. She meant to ask about her girls. She meant to tell him she called their baby after him because that was all she had left of her husband, and she wanted one small piece of him with her when she died, because that was what was going to happen to her. She meant to, she meant to say that, to tell him everything and more, but all that came out of her mouth were the wretched sobs of "Don't leave me, please don't leave me!" as she clung to his hands.

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greengrasses
2012-08-01 12:55 am UTC (link)

Tim’s mouth dropped open in shock at his wife’s outburst of fear. He froze, the feeling of devastation consuming him. What could he do for her? She was home, but she was still hurt, miserable, and scared. His wife was terrified for her safety and that of their unborn son. Tim couldn't control himself; he climbed onto the hospital bed with her, squeezing beside Adamina on the narrow mattress like they had so many times in Hogwarts. His arms went around her, their bodies curving into each other perfectly like they always did.

"Never, I'm never---" He hadn't left her, but he had to promise that he never would, he had promised that to her. She had to know that he wouldn't go anywhere, that---he would have done anything he could have to stop her kidnappers from taking her, Tim would have gotten himself killed if it meant Adamina would be free to escape. He almost wished he had, because the feeling of guilt and uselessness was beginning to strangle him.

He kissed her head, his hands pressing to her, going to her hair, holding her as close as possible to reassure her that he was here, that he wasn't going anywhere. Tim took in deep breaths as he buried his face in her hair, the familiar smell relieving him that even though she was still hurting, she was here. He kissed her over and over, muttering what he hoped were soothing words. He had to do everything to help her now because he'd failed so badly.

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