things we lost in the fire ;;
@claudia-ollivander
"Well, Mr. Ollivander, your hand injury isn’t healing at the rate we’d like it to, and there’s still significant damage to the muscles and nerves. We’re going to be giving you three potions on the hour for a day to see if that helps at all with speeding up the healing process, and we’ve got a salve that needs to be applied every three hours. Once we see how things are progressing, we’ll let you know more about what your recovery is going to look like, alright?”
Garrick nodded, a little dumbly, a small sigh escaping his lips. “Thank you, Healer Barrow,” he mumbled. Healer Barrow smiled reassuringly at him and exited the room once he’d made sure Garrick was safely settled in his hospital bed. Garrick himself was bored and disheartened; he’d been in the hospital too long, been useless too long. He wanted to go home, he wanted to work again to keep his mind off of things, but those were the two things that he couldn’t actually do right now, and it frustrated him to no end that he was unable to do what he wanted. He sighed heavily, sitting back against the headboard, his bandaged right hand resting in his lap. He tried to wiggle his fingers, but nothing. Everything below his wrist was still useless.
Someone knocked at the door, and he brushed a tired hand through his hair, expecting Lavinia. “Come in,” he called, looking up in time to see that it wasn’t Lavinia there, but Claudia. He slid out of bed immediately, wobbling slightly as he stood before he beckoned her over. “Hey, Clauds. Don’t worry, I’m-- I’m okay.”