"Welle of course I'd hellpe him first," muttered Agnes in her ghostly fashion. "He is muche more badlie wounded than thee, angel. Like I always saye, stopp livinnge by mottoes."
Agnes ignored the incredulous, horrified, and baffled looks of the others and set to work.
"Welle? Help mee gather thee sheets frome the other Beddes. Wee wille need larger bindinngs than what are in youre Firste Aide kitts."
Agnes supervised as the more corporeal inhabitants of the hospital ward gathered the crisp white sheets Sister Mary had ordered for the hospital wing. When they were all in a pile at her feet, she gave her next instructions.
"Someone helpe me binnde the daemon upp. I am sicke of lookinnge at his Thinnge."
Agnes was met by more baffled glances.
"You knowe, his Thinnge. Tackle. Tally-wacker - "
Silence.
"Looke, hee is nakede and bleedinge profuselie, annd wee need to at leaste clothe him and binde him until we knowe what caused itt annd how to stopp itt. I made a little jest. Wytches can do that too, ye knowe."
Sister Mary nudged Draco until he stumbled forward and picked up a bedsheet, mutely (but somehow still conveying remarkable disgust, disappointment, depression and boredom) offered to follow whatever instructions Agnes may give. As she showed Draco how to safely lift first Crowley's limbs and then his body to apply the bandages, she muttered to herself:
"Realie, hee was askinnge for itt. He has obviouslie made a large effort for itt, after alle."
Crowley stirred fitfully. Bystanders may report that he murmured, in the midst of his faint, "Stuff it, witch," but the casual reader should not believe them.
"Mary, if you have minnt or aloe in your gardenn, fetche itt here. But firste, give mee that ice."
Agnes folded the ice in extra sheets and applied the ice packs to Crowley's bound torso as she waited for her herbs to arrive.
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Date: 2005-08-11 03:35 am (UTC)Agnes ignored the incredulous, horrified, and baffled looks of the others and set to work.
"Welle? Help mee gather thee sheets frome the other Beddes. Wee wille need larger bindinngs than what are in youre Firste Aide kitts."
Agnes supervised as the more corporeal inhabitants of the hospital ward gathered the crisp white sheets Sister Mary had ordered for the hospital wing. When they were all in a pile at her feet, she gave her next instructions.
"Someone helpe me binnde the daemon upp. I am sicke of lookinnge at his Thinnge."
Agnes was met by more baffled glances.
"You knowe, his Thinnge. Tackle. Tally-wacker - "
Silence.
"Looke, hee is nakede and bleedinge profuselie, annd wee need to at leaste clothe him and binde him until we knowe what caused itt annd how to stopp itt. I made a little jest. Wytches can do that too, ye knowe."
Sister Mary nudged Draco until he stumbled forward and picked up a bedsheet, mutely (but somehow still conveying remarkable disgust, disappointment, depression and boredom) offered to follow whatever instructions Agnes may give. As she showed Draco how to safely lift first Crowley's limbs and then his body to apply the bandages, she muttered to herself:
"Realie, hee was askinnge for itt. He has obviouslie made a large effort for itt, after alle."
Crowley stirred fitfully. Bystanders may report that he murmured, in the midst of his faint, "Stuff it, witch," but the casual reader should not believe them.
"Mary, if you have minnt or aloe in your gardenn, fetche itt here. But firste, give mee that ice."
Agnes folded the ice in extra sheets and applied the ice packs to Crowley's bound torso as she waited for her herbs to arrive.