Saying Dorcas had had a bad day would be an understatement, and honestly she would probably punch in the face anyone daring to imply otherwise. It wasn’t really about the fact that her coffee had tasted too sour that morning or that the gloomy drizzle still hadn’t cleared out after a whole three days of messing with her hair everytime she went out. Even the stacks of files, unwritten reports and random investigation leads scribbled on various pieces of parchment waiting for her on her desk first thing in the morning hadn’t been enough to get her down in the dumps. Well, maybe a bit, but she’d yelled at some intern about making her a large, good coffee or being fired and suddenly everything had felt better.
No, really, the main thing that had ruined Dorcas’ day was the fact that she was right now sitting on a bed in St. Mungo’s, a quill in her hand and an empty parchment in the other. The whole being abducted and tortured and having to get back to London with dark curses all over her body and broken ribs had been quite bad in itself. But it was nothing compared to what she was about to face. She had to send news to Marlene. She knew she had ; it was her idea to write that letter in the first place instead of burrying her head in the ground for a week until it was all over and forgetting to tell the blonde about it altogether. But Marlene was her best friend, and true enough, the Hit Witch would have probably burnt down the entiere hospital, saving her best friend’s room for the end, if she’d heard about Marlene having been kidnapped and hurt through the grapevine.
So here she was. It wasn’ not like she risked anything really, but she knew that only sending word in the middle of the night whereas she’d been admitted something like seven hours ago would put the blonde on edge. But sending it now had the advantage of making it look like she’d sent it on her first day in the hospital, while really her best friend would only be able to visit the day after, probably on the afternoon, so she had time to heal some of these bruises and broken bones before.
But maybe it was going to be okay ; Dorcas was simply scared because she had done the mistake of thinking about what would have happened had the roles been reversed. She knew that she was so freaked out and scared at the mere idea of anyone touching her Marls that she would have probaby yelled at her best friend for even going out or something, and she would have been awful just because she’d been so scared for the blonde’s safety and sometimes being affraid made people act like jerks. But Dorcas had an awful temper, she was excessive, mean, hurtful, and so much more. Marlene was always so sweet and funny and understanding, like a little angel really. She’ll just be glad I wrote a letter so soon, Dorcas thought, and with the little comfort she was able to draw from that realization, she began writing. She ached to see her best friend right now and be held by someone who felt something else than hate and disgust for her.
I just wanted to let you know myself before you hear it by Sirius or anyone else that I’m in St. Mungo’s for a few days. Nothing to be worried about tough! It was kind of serious, but they took care of me and now all I need is a bit of rest and good food. You can visit me of you want, but please don’t feel like you have to. I can totally understand if you’d rather have me when I’m all fixed up and ready to party. Anyway, if you want to see my beautifully bruised face, I’ll be on the Spell Dammage floor for the next three or four days.
Kisses on your rosy cheeks,
