Post-war - for Ally & Rachie Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch The war had left Frankie in quite a state. War wasn't pretty, and being an Auror after all these years had been just a taste of what to expect. He knew what was at risk by rushing off to battle. Cuts, bruises, and other battle wounds were to be expected, just like with his day-to-day work bringing dark wizards to justice. What he didn't expect, however, was needing to spend days at the hospital.
How long had he been in this particular bed? Nearly a week now? The days at this point had started blurring together. In his honest opinion, he didn't feel like he needed to be here this long. One day would have been enough. He had been tempted to sneak out and get back to his family and work, but the blond knew he would never hear the end of it if he snuck out on his healer mother's watch.
Deep down, though, he knew staying at the hospital was for his benefit. He had been badly cursed. Fortunately it had been stopped before it had spread throughout the rest of his body, though the arm where it had started had gotten the worst of it. It had healed significantly over the past few days; it still burned a little, but it was bearable.
Another benefit to being at the hospital was getting as much pudding as he wanted. Today might very likely be discharge day, so he was currently sitting up in bed and helping himself to as much pudding as he could while he waited.
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