This was a very drastic change in dynamic from what felt like a couple of minutes ago to him. He didn't like it. "Your cousin said she'd accept your offer if I hadn't made mine by April, so excuse me if I didn't exactly have time for lounging around in bed - getting shot wasn't part of the plan!" He'd taken some of the potions he'd been given but he'd also rushed the healer who had initially patched him up because he wanted to make sure he was on time for Miss Lestrange, he really ought to have gone back for further treatment as soon as she'd left but he hadn't. He'd been too proud and too caught up in wanting to thump Macnair for screwing everything up which was far more satisfying than seeking medical attention.
Did this mean then that Macnair had actually seen to his wound properly? That was annoying. It was a relief not to be in so much pain or helplessly bleeding all over the place, but now he felt uncomfortably in Macnair's debt and that was decidedly the last place he'd ever wanted to be. "Why?" he asked slowly, eyes narrowing slightly with suspicion. By that, of course, he meant 'why did you treat me?' but left it purposely vague because he was too embarrassed to ask properly.
Did this mean then that Macnair had actually seen to his wound properly? That was annoying. It was a relief not to be in so much pain or helplessly bleeding all over the place, but now he felt uncomfortably in Macnair's debt and that was decidedly the last place he'd ever wanted to be. "Why?" he asked slowly, eyes narrowing slightly with suspicion. By that, of course, he meant 'why did you treat me?' but left it purposely vague because he was too embarrassed to ask properly.
