August nodded. "I was in a carriage accident sixteen years ago ago," he said, unsure why he was telling her. The only explanation was that he wanted her to know, but August wasn't sure there was enough justification. "My right leg was shattered." Blinding pain, the magic from his wand and from the carriage, and then — nothing. He'd passed out, August thought, but if he hadn't passed out he simply did not remember.
When he woke up in St. Mungo's, he was screaming.
"The healers were able to fix it, mostly," he said, "But they told me the nerves were damaged. So sometimes — especially when it's cold — my leg swells up, and the pain becomes... notable."
It was always there. But often, he could ignore it. When it was cold — and when he had fallen so recently — he couldn't get away with it.
Maybe admitting things like this would make her less horrified by his weakness.
When he woke up in St. Mungo's, he was screaming.
"The healers were able to fix it, mostly," he said, "But they told me the nerves were damaged. So sometimes — especially when it's cold — my leg swells up, and the pain becomes... notable."
It was always there. But often, he could ignore it. When it was cold — and when he had fallen so recently — he couldn't get away with it.
Maybe admitting things like this would make her less horrified by his weakness.
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