And a day later she was back. Unfortunately this time Cam didn't have someone else she was taking care of. In her good hand she held her Firebolt, and an old worn out beaters club. The other arm hung limply at her side. Her shoulder was at a strange angle to her body, and hung a good few inches lower than the other. Chewing on her bottom lip, Cam wandered over to a chair and perched herself on it while she waited for the nurse to be free.