FINNIGAN, charlotte ryanne

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[attr="class","SScontent2temp1"] The week had been hell with the news of Harry Potter's death. While the Harbinger's celebrated another successful attack, the halls of the hospital resembled those a triage center, still. Jade found herself holding her breath more than usual during rounds. The smells were overwhelming, more so than the groaning and moaning of other injured patients on her floor. Focusing her vision on the clipboard and files in front of her, she was able to focus her thoughts elsewhere...which kept leading back to Teddy. Over the years of knowing him, something tragic always had a way of finding him. His relationship with Weasley ended poorly, which left a bad taste in the brunette's mouth for the blonde. Jade had seen him hurt too many times. Most recently with the death of Hermione and now his godfather. He didn't handle tragedy well, either. He tended to drink his sorrows away instead of expressing how he felt. Jade was always the one to cry. Not around anyone else, but because she knew how deeply the wounds were set. Teddy always had a way of finding her and all he had to do was give her a look and she knew. It didn't have to be with words. It was unspoken. Walking into a back office, Jade put her files away for the day, leaving a stack of notes for herself for her next shift. After stopping by the front desk, she found herself walking out to the streets of London- cutting a corner before finding her car.

When she pulled up, the light shining through the window made her grip her wand a bit tighter than usual. Unlocking the door, she heard the familiar click before hearing noise in the kitchen. Teddy, she thought, going upstairs to change out of her scrubs before going back downstairs. Walking into the kitchen, she leaned against the frame, watching him for a moment, remaining silent. She was nearly positive that the bottle of whiskey beside him was unopened before tonight. As of now, it remained half-full...maybe a little less. "You know that they only report lies and rumors," Jade walked towards him, gently taking the paper out of his hands. Cupping his face, her light hazel eyes scanning over his face before dropping them. "You need to eat...and sleep, Ted." Sighing softly, she pulled the chair out beside him, sitting. "You being weak and exhausted isn't going to help-- what happened to your hands?!" Standing up immediately, Jade walked over to her freezer, getting a baggie of ice for his hand- returning and resting it over his knuckles, holding it in place. Worry was etched into her features, her eyes focused on the bruising. He wasn't taking care of himself. He had no family. He was alone and it was beginning to show for the first time since she had met him. "You're going to stay here and you're going to eat something." It wasn't an option. She wasn't going to let him out of her sight. Her tired eyes were still focused on his hand, unmoving. Truth is, she was in pain herself. The full moon had only been nights ago and the aftermath was still very present. There was nothing normal about her life...about his. Tragedy seemed to cloud both of their lives.

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