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November 18th, 1891 - Hogsmeade Hospital
@Felix Prewett

Daffy sort of still felt like she'd been run over by a carriage. This was nothing like when Ollivanders had the mishap next door and she got a little knocked around. This was a dislocated shoulder, a broken collarbone, broken ribs, a concussion, a black eye and a whole host of other minor bumps and bruises that made even sitting uncomfortable. She had to recline in an awkward sort of manner because it hurt to be too upright, but it also hurt to lie down, especially when all she wanted to do was curl up and sleep.

Sleep was the one good thing coming out of this. The healers really wanted her to get some quality sleep to help the pain potions and the potions mending her bones to do their work effectively and so their perfectly safe, perfectly tested dreamless sleep potions did not cause her any sort of anxiety to take when they were brought to her each night. She floated off peacefully into a restful state with no problems or worries. Of course waking up each morning was not all that fun, after everything wore off from the night before, but her healers had been doing a good job to help manage the pain.

During the day though, she had little to do. Her family popped in and out, of course Ama was in more than most, but her sister was working after all and she couldn't hover all day, which was for the better. Her father had just left after bringing her a few more books to read, while Daffy contemplated taking a nap or trying to work through these most recent letters from Jack and of all people, Noble. The arrival of Noble's letters had surprised her, especially after they had gone months since their last contact. It baffled her, as she truly didn't know what to do about it, but she couldn't ignore him, she knew that much and so she wrote both physically and emotionally painful letters that were so polite it was awkward. At least she could be herself in her letters to Jack, who had now also been injured on top of being saddled with worrying about her family too. He deserved every home cooked meal her mother shoved upon him this week.

A knock at the door had her looking up after puzzling out and failing how best to respond to the letter in her lap. The face peering in wholly unfamiliar to her. "Yes, can I help you?" She questioned quietly, sorely, self-consciously aware of her black eye and split lip and how much of a mess she must look like.

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