03-12-2015, 03:01 AM
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Doxy
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year | ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ SPOILER!!: Could start small? Small hopes? Baby steps? Quote:
Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo Why did he have to take her wand in the first place? Now it was difficult taking back it where as before it was already in hand. Alexa watched her wand for a moment before easing off her other hand that she'd been using to support her weight to grab at it. Unfortunately the grabbing motion only served to jerk at her busted shoulder causing her to wince and stiffen in pain once more.
She fixed him with a look at what some might consider an ultimatum--because that's what it sounded like. "Raise your wand at me and I'll find a way to kill you in your sleep." So serious. Very serious. 'As much as I am able' sounded like he was shoddy at healing spells and would further ruin her shoulder at which point she didn't know what she would do...first.
So no, he wouldn't be healing her shoulder and she wouldn't be attempting such a feat with her LEFT hand either. Only option left was to leave her the hell alone.
Huh, she liked that option. They should choose that one. "I've probably had worse. This...is nothing." Dare she try moving again? Nah, she'd just kinda sit slumped over and talk big until it became a reality. "You just worry too much is your problem." Tough Aurors didn't NEED to be rushed to the Healer after their very FIRST training ever. Consequently, Alexa Cambridge did not need to be rushed to a Healer. This would pass, it always did even if she might be forgetting the Healer was usually present on the pitch after every match back at Hogwarts, ahem. And he thought she was stubborn when she was in good health. Alexa reminded him much of an injured animal backed into a corner, and he had no doubt she would bite his hand if he tried anything. Then again, he'd been bitten before.
Her threat got the faintest of smiles. "I wish you luck in that endeavor. No one has succeeded yet. And believe me, you aren't the first to want to."
She could go ahead and try. Arya wouldn't take to kindly to it, but if it was a week worth of fending off her attacks at night in exchange for getting her patched up, well then he could always sleep on the couch. Or at the office. That wouldn't be a first either.
"Don't care what you have or haven't had before." Not at the moment anyways. "We can do this simply, or we can do it the interesting way." Sure, he felt guilty. Every time she moved and winced, he cringed internally. But she was only making things worse by being so darn stubborn about getting help. He couldn't fault her for not taking him up on his offer to heal her. Really, in a situation like this, he would prefer that a Professional would do it. And she seemed quite alright with biting through the pain. Otherwise, she would have relented by now.
"You have two options. Walk on your own two feet with me, or. I'll carry you." He leveled a look at her. Not the regular 'carry style'. The burlap-sac-over-the-shoulder style. "You pick. I'm not fussed or worried either way."
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