Walter's StepDad is an ASS.
MATURE! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT MATURE ENOUGH TO HANDLE 18+ STUFF!
Nat: *peeling the collar of her uniform shirt away from her neck, waving it a few times to get some kind of air flow while muttering about feeling itchy, antsy, and ignores the iquisitive looks of the lionesses as they head to history. Nat's pout turns into a full-out frown the closer they get to the classroom but, as she sees the apebees, she ponders for a moment and immediately brightens. She turns to Scar and kisses her,* Take good notes and stuff, okay? *Nat then hurries to catch up with the boys with slightly more bounce in her step; without stopping she scoops up Walter with a woosh of air and heads to an empty classroom* Hi!
Walter: *Isaac had been saying something inappropriate, but then when was Isaac not saying something inappropriate? He shook his head, not bothering to comment and as he looked forward he spotted Nat walking towards them and his smile widened. He was right about to say hi when she simply kept walking and took him with her, lifting him up into her arms as if he were a rag doll. Momentarily thrown off, he ignored the laughter and the cat calls from his friends and tilted his head as he looked up at Nat* Hi to you too, darling. *his lips flicked up in amusement, wondering how this must look to anyone else - she was so slight looking* Where are we going?
Nat: *spins around for a minute to wink at the making noises after them, spinning back around juuust in time to jog down a flight of stairs instead of fall down them, turning down a few hallways before stopping in front of a door* Open the door and you'll seeeee *beams* You don't mind missing the monotone diaries of Thaeresis do you?
Walter: *This was not very easy to get used to. And bobbing up and down as she went down the stairs only made him wary about falling. Thankfully she didn't drop him, but she hadn't done so before either* Oh? Not gonna just kick it down, Wonder Woman? *He laughed, shaking his head as he brought his hand out to open the door* Definitely not. And an hour in your sole company, much better. *he grinned and then began smirking as they went inside and he realized it was just an empty classroom* Can I stand up now?
Nat: I could try, but I'd probably just end up downing us both and that would probably not be helpful to what I'm trying to do here. *walks in as soon as it's open and spins around once, eying a few things the lionesses left in corners and on shelves, glad the cleaning spells are still working* I think so too. *sighs dramatically* I guess so...but only if you give me a proper hello. *lets him down and pulls at her shirt again, stopping her glance around the room to look at him again* I'm going to crawl out of my skin in like, five minutes. I think something needs to be done about that.
Walter: *He chuckles and nods as he stands up finally, admittedly glad to be back on his own two feet and then turning back towards her immediately, understanding what she means by it, a grin rising on his face again* Well, let's see if I can help. *he cupped her cheek as he leaned down to kiss her, lips moving with hers, snaking his hand around her waist to draw her in further*
Nat: *amused as she goes from looking down at him to looking way way back up at him* That's what I was hoping. *sighs in relief as he kisses her, immediately moving closer at his urging and rising up on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck, responding to his kiss with a hint of urgency behind it*
Walter: *his hand slides down her cheek and neck as he pulls her bottom lip into his mouth, paying lavish attention to it. Reaching her shirt and loosened tie, he pops off the first couple of buttons as his other hand was sliding down her back and squeezing through the thin fabric of the school skirt before tugging on the waistband and moving it down. They had time, so he didn't want to just leave it bunched up around her waist. He nipped her lip with his teeth before relasing it, soothing it with his tongue afterwards before he murmurs against her mouth as he notices the slight sheen of sweat already on her neck* That hot for me already? *he teased playfully as he tugged her shirt up and off, afterwards attaching himself to her mouth*
Nat: *blinks her eyes up at him as she smiles with her lip in his mouth, her left hand gripping hard into his shoulder, the other hand gently caressing at the back of his neck; her clothes coming looser only brings a little reprieve and she shrugs a shoulder off, letting the tie fall to the ground. Deciding, as her skirt slides past her hips and joins the tie, that she was falling behind, she drags one hand down his own shirt and begins popping buttons systematically until she could part the sides and trail instead over his skin. Already she was feeling a little better, but there is still an underlying darkness she couldn't quite swallow...and instead focused on him; his teeth on her lip calling her to breathe out in a pleased whimper, his skin, hot and hard against hers, his voice...noticing her temperature* Can't. *meant to tell him she couldn't help it, but she didn't really get a chance as she was reattaching herself to his mouth, letting him keep her close as her hands squeezed between them to work on his pants*
Walter: *he shrugs out of his shirt as she unbuttons his shirt, first one arm and then the other, bringing them back around her waist and neck again after. He chuckled once, breathlessly, at her singular word, helping her with taking his pants off, stepping out of them and then it was his turn to pick her up. He grabbed her thighs, spreading them so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He walked towards the professor's desk in the front of the room, more room, his lips still on hers. He set her back down, kissing down her neck and chest, moving the scant material of her bra away to take the hardened nub into his mouth*
Nat: *wets her lips as he reveals the chest she's been just enjoying by touch only, reaching out again to trail her fingers over the rises and dips and down to his boxers, once they were visible to her as well. She giggles as she is picked up by her thighs, obediently wrapping her legs around his waist until she is sat back down, and then she curls her feet over the edge of the desk, leaving her knees bent and apart so she could cradle him between her legs. She spends more time exploring his revealed skin, purely flushed red at this point and has completely forgotten her surroundings because she is so enthralled by his taste. As he kisses down her chest, Nat struggles to catch her breath, fingers diappearing into his hair as he moves to her breast, a mix between a moan, a plea, and a sob escaping with,* Thank you.
Walter: *chuckling throatily at her exclamation; he flicked the nub with his tongue repeatedly, pulling away only to take off her bra entirely, snapping the clasp off with two fingers before taking her other breast in his mouth this time, his hand travling down her flat stomach to cup her mound, her wetness having started to soak through the fabric. He rubs his hand against her slowly at first, letting her panties rub against her clit before beginning to pull the fabric down as well*
Nat: *quivers through the stimulation on her over-sensitized body, a smile rising to her face at his chuckle, the heat of the exhale making her shiver more violently...so hot, she's cold. Glistening sweat rises off her skin, tickles down her stomach after his hand until she's arching off the wood as he reaches her core. The slowness only excites her further, leaning up on her elbows to watch him beneath hooded lashes, intent clear in her lightened eyes even as she helps him peel off her panties. She waited for a moment and then rolls up further to hook her legs tightly around him and keep the forward movement until her mouth could reach the dip between his neck and shoulder, kissing her way up with slow, hot kisses until she was at his strong, unyeilding jaw; there, she nipped with a happy sigh* Do you remember the first time we kissed? *throaty, moving to kiss the sensitive skin behind his ear as she whispers to him* I wanted to drag you away to have you all to myself then too. *nibbles on his earlobe too before leaning back to cup his face and give him one more kiss before purring,* Let me catch you up. *pointedly looks down as she leans back enough to let him stand, supporting herself with her hands on the edge of the desk*
Walter: *his breath ragged, he grinned a moment at her murmured words against his skin, almost shivering in delight and expectation when she toys with his sensitive ear.* I remember. *he exhaled right before she claimed his lips, his fingers pressing a small and slow circle against her pleasure while teasing her entrance, licking his lips in anticipation and pulling his hand back from her to stand, and push down and step out of his underwear*
Nat: *beams as he smiles too, tracing the area on his upper back as far as she could reach and decides to taste his shoulder too, curving into him as much as possible; her breaths become shorter as he continues to tease her, wiggling in response to her nerves being played with. Nat smirks when Walter stands back up to remove his underwear and goes to stand; instead, she ends up sitting, sprawled on the floor. Though that is where she meant to end up, she hadn't quite made the decision to get there yet when it just happened and she frowns at that for a split second before she's giving a tiny shrug and reaching for him* We have an hour? *like every other place she's touched, Nat's fingers are gentle and erratic as one hand cradles his balls and the other strokes up, down, and around his shaft. She's slow and deliberate, eyes fixed on what she's doing in order to see the effect, and when her thumb brushes over his tip, she sighs in pleasure*
Walter: *he chuckled under his breath as one moment Nat was sitting and the next she was on the floor, a small smirk on his face for the briefest of moments before her warm hands wrapped around him, stroking him slowly. His eyes drifted closed as he enjoyed and reveled in the sensation, moaning softly as she teases her thumb over the tip. She knew perfectly well how wild that drove him. He reached for her, his hand burying in her hair, the place he could reach, massaging her scalp* Don't think you can tease me for the better part of this hour, luv. *he licked his lips and groaned again*
Nat: *glances up at his chuckle and sticks her tongue out for a moment, shifting so that he could lean against the wood of the desk more comfortably; she smiles at him closing his eyes and turns her gaze back on her hands, increasing the pressure a little and then the speed...just a little, blowing gently on his head* And why not? *indulges and licks the area she just cooled* It's fun! *grins*
Walter: *his breath hitched on a sudden moan as she blows cool air on his hot member. The contrast had him tensing up under her hands, his breath becoming erratic, and how he too had a layer of moisture accumulating on his forehead. Another groan left him as her pink tongue swiped at him, eyes dark with lust falling on Nat's again. He licked his lips and groaned* Because then I come too quickly, love. *he leaned his head down, having to bend forward to reach her face, kissing her hard* And how would I fuck you then? *he breathes heavily, standing up straight again, the motion tugged on him in her hand making him sigh again*
Nat: *smirking now as she observes his reactions to her movements, deliberately tasting his cock again for a repeat of the moan, the flexing of his muscles as he tightened, the glisten of his sweat; as he leaned down to kiss her, Nat straightened up a little to help and hummed in pleasure at the strength, her fingers still moving over his skin even as he stands up, and stills* But if I prepare you, it means you can fuck me harder...longer. *tightens her fingers in a ring around his base* And I need everything. *lets go of him completely, acknowledging his warning anyways and stands, wetting her swollen lips, tension filling her again in abruptness and she stares at him for a moment, eyes glazed in the rock of dread that's dropped in her stomach mixing with her desire, and suddenly reaches for him again, pulling his face back down to her as she feverishly takes his mouth*
Walter: *another low moan left his mouth as her tongue licked him, breath ragged.* Fuck. *he hissed under his breath, knowing fully well that at that moment he was at her mercy. Hearing her talk was just as sensual, his eyes closing as she tightens her grip. Complying eagerly as she stands and pulls him to her, his hands wrap around her tightly, his mouth open and hot against hers, tongues meeting desperately. He felt her hot body pressed against his and was struck with an idea. Pulling back for a breif moment he whispered* Hold on-- *he didn't want to leave her for too long and quickly moved to where he dropped his trousers, fishing through his pockets for his wand. Returning to her, he conjured a cup with ice cubes inside. Setting the wand down, he picked up an ice cube and moved her backwards to the desk again. Putting the ice cube in his mouth to wet it for a moment, he then pressed it against her skin and down her neck and chest, letting the cold and wet surface trail and cool her skin. Licking his lips, he rubbed on of her nippes with the ice, and then bent his head down to take the hard nub in his mouth*
Nat: *hearing Walter's voice, feeling him touching her, feeling his skin against hers, and being able to ignore her own heat because she was making him get up there too was the best cure to her problem. Nat knew many Seers, especially ones who could do much more than her, fell to alcohol or drugs to make it all go away. Nat found this much better. So wet she could feel her essence as she subconsciously rubbed her thighs together to create more friction, more sensation with the delectable way they were kissing, Nat whimpered when Walter pulled away, her eyes opening immediately in protest. Her darkened, lust-filled eyes followed him as he found his wand, her nails digging into the wood until he came back with the ice; her breath caught in her throat, body melting the ice but trembling with the erotic contrast, moaning as his mouth found her breast again. She arched back with her fingers white on the desk and watching him with lowered lashes, hazed by the slow trails of water dripping down her skin and acutely aware of his member pressed against her leg* That feels so fucking good. *trying to catch her breath to get rid of the dizziness but cannot do more than focus him; her legs parted so she could trail her fingers over her own pleasure, wetting her fingers thoroughly before stroking him again* Soon. *whispers*
Walter: *he reveled on the sound of her breathy moans, her muttered approvals that were spoken in a hiss. As the ice melted he picked up another, wetting it with his mouth like he did the other and passed it over her other nipple, giving it the same treatment with his mouth and then using the ice to make a trail down her stomach, drawing idle shapes against her skin, licking up the water mixed with sweat with a sigh. He did love the way she tasted. He licked his lips as he saw her touch herself and then him in the process. He could feel the wetness on her hand as she rubbed him, and the thought of it encasing him completely left him groaning again. Leaning down as he was struck with an idea, he picked up another ice cube and then trailed it against her netherlips, circling her entrance with it teasingly and then brushing it against her clit. Unable to help himself, he replaced the ice with his mouth once more, sucking on the exposed pleasure bud*
Nat: *decided that she really, really liked this ice thing that was happening, smooth trails of wetness leaving her shivering with more and more heat; as he trailed down her torso she giggled when his tongue reached the ticklish spots and moaned at the sensitive ones. By then she was stroking him faster, more insistently, a mime of what she wanted but hadn't quite decided she was ready to get to yet and even still couldn't seem to get there fast enough. As the ice when down to her vagina, Nat tensed at the completely new sensation, the ice melting fast enough to melt in streams and make it feel like she had multiple fingers caressing that sensitive skin* Okay. *gasps out* Maybe you can think that. *pauses to take a breath, words nearly slurring from the stimulation* But only if we skip seventh period too. *tangles her fingers into his hair as his mouth pulls her closer and closer to her edge, not bothering to be quiet* Oh gods, Walter...*who knew? Ice was nearly as fun as desserts and much more appropriate for that situation*
Walter: *Focusing on her was proving more and more difficult as her hand moved more forcefully up and down his length, and he quickly realized that wasn't enough anymore, not in the slightest. He felt dizzy with his arousal, with the passion he wanted to consume, or let consume him, whichever happened first. Yet, she looked so damn hot dripping wet for him, that being only too true as he took another ice in his mouth and licked her again as a hand slid up to play with a pert nipple. There was no word to describe her taste, it was just too fucking good and it drove him wild. Grabbing the back of her thighs, he spread her wider and blew on her clit, before slowly slipping the icecube into her, his fingers curling inside of her in a tease, pressing the ice further inside her as he watched her expression, his want and hunger for her ever increasing.*
Nat: *trying to keep her shaking hand steady as she attempted to give back the teasing he was giving her despite knowing she was failing…failing in every degree. Unable to keep even that simple motion going, Nat let him go and tried instead to hold onto the desk, her fingernails scraping the wood as his cold tongue wreaked havoc in her system. Her body strained on it's own accord against his hand, eyes glistening and glazed with tears rolling unchecked out of the corner of her eyes as she gasped for air. It was a battle inside of her; her physicality was overwhelmed by his hands and mouth on her body, but that weight of dread was pressing harder and harder against her until she wasn't sure if she was hyperventilating in pleasure or pain. Nat was no longer certain if she was burning up or freezing, her body trembling and free to his rearranging. The pleasure won out over that thick weight for a moment as an ice cube slid its way into her clenching walls, pulling her lip into her mouth to deafen the pitched moan that wanted to fill the room. The room was spinning, the desk underneath her disappearing in that world-shattering moment and the only thing she could focus on, the only thing she could see was him. She could vaguely register that she wasn't quiet, that she could hear her own echo as she writhed underneath his ministrations, but she didn't care anymore. She needed more but she had bonelessly collapsed against the desk, her fingers not quite working well enough yet for her to reach for him. All she could do was stare, her pupils nearly taking over the lightness of her irises, waiting for her chest to stop heaving and the room to stop dancing around in place. She waited until she could find her voice again, waiting for the conviction as she demanded,* I want you inside of me. Now.
Walter: *She was besides herself, he knew, he could tell. In that moment when your surroundings fell apart, and you could almost leave your body and float up, watching yourself from above- she was in that, or at the very least very close to that and he was only too willing to follow right after her. He added another icecube just to see her writhe again, moan and whimper out her pleasure to him like a prayer, or a secret. Ironic, given that she wasn't silent in the slightest, despite her bottom lip bruised from her biting down on it hard. All too willing to comply with her wishes, he climbed on top of the table with her, grabbing behind one knee and then pressed himself in with one stroke. His eyes closed shut in pleasure, a guttural groan left his mouth as the tip of his member pressed against the icecube, the hot and cold an enticing combination that left him breathless. Sweat ran down his forehead, down his neck and chest and back by now. Moving back, he pulled out completely before thrusting back into her again, and then grinding his pelvis against her. His panting mouth searched her mouth, leaving messy and desperate kisses against her lips and jaw and neck.*
Nat: *perhaps the ice's original purpose was to cool her down a little, but it was definitely not doing that job anymore. The cold of the ice just made her hotter, made her skin glisten more with the unusual feelings of having that ice inside of her. She knew he liked seeing her like this - completely undone at his hands - and she couldn't say she didn't like it the other way around either. It was why they were so surprisingly compatible. It had all started with the tease, with everyone just pairing up in the most random ways, but she had just known the moment she'd gotten to pick him up the first time they'd actually hung out that he would mean a lot to her. The fact that he was capable of skipping classes because she needed him - though admittedly, she knew this wasn't exactly off-putting - soothed her just as much as his distraction was. Unfortunately it wasn't enough. Something was about to happen and she couldn't handle it. Something bad was happening and she couldn't figure out who it was or how she could fix it…and it'd been a long, long time since she'd felt this sick. Had she not had him there, had he not been able to be there with her - in her - she probably would have been on the floor somewhere, sick. And all of this realization was in the back of her head, a sob, a scream of relief and pleasure crawling up her throat as she finally got what she really wanted; the closeness of having him filling every inch of her she had to give. His groan, his reaction gave her more pleasure and now she forced her eyes open so she could watch him, her hands gripping him instead of that wood. Nat held onto him like he was the only thing keeping her there, her frantic hands scratching down his back, gripping onto his shoulders, through his hair, over his chest as her hips rose off the desk to meet him thrust for thrust, momentary, breathless joy spilling giggles into his mouth. She was already up there again, up to that place of undoing just being filled by him, surrounded by him, and she gasped out his name; Nat no longer cared whether they were heard.*
Walter: *In the back of his mind, Walter realized dimly that he would have scratch marks later. Rather than put him off, he only enjoyed it all the more. Her nails leaving crescent moon indents in his skin, raking down his back to hold him against her, was something familiar by now, something expected and oh so good. She seemed to be everywhere all at once, her hips canting towards his in perfect rhythm. He bit his own lip, nipped her neck, sucked on her breast, all without thinking, he could barely think anymore. He just felt and moved and kept moving. His thrusts increasing in both speed and force, the table under them moved a little every time they did. That coupled with Nat's own giggle had him leave a chuckle of his own, but the chuckle came through a laborious breath. The room spinning to him, he didn't think it odd that his breathing was erractic, or that he was dizzy. He was too focused on her, on the primal passion between them, on the pressure building higher and higher. Then suddenly, he felt the air from his lungs constrict altogether. His mouth opened with no sound, save for an odd wheeze. Walter felt as if someone had kicked the wind out of him, had squeezed the air out of his lungs. A vicious pain gripped his chest again, but this time it was his heart. Bracing himself against the desk, he cried out not in pleasure, but in agony before he gripped his chest, his eyes wide though everything around him was getting darker, so much more differently than the way it had been nothing but white light and Nat before. One thing remained true, Nat was still there, though fading. He managed out to use the only breath he could muster to gasp out her name, before collapsing against her.*
Nat: *It wasn't so odd to her that Walter was sweating with her or that his motions were as uncontrolled as her own. It didn't bother her that, as their rhythm built and there seemed to be no end to her and beginning of him, that his responding chuckle sounded more breathless than his usually unbelievable endurance. She was so focused on the force of his thrusts against her skin, so powerful they were actually moving the desk, so focused on his mouth roaming her body, so focused on the waves of pleasure crashing over her that she didn't stop for a second to think that maybe the reason the dread was increasing was because of what they were doing. Because she was so focused on him though, she didn't miss it. She watched his mouth open and no air expand his delicious chest. She watched the pain fire into his face, her eyes flickering to where he was gripping near his heart. Understanding did not come right away, her own chest rising and falling rapidly to catch up with her needed air supply. It wasn't until his eyes went blank and he collapsed against her that she truly realized that something was wrong, and even then she was empty with confusion* …Walter? What's wrong? *her voice sounded small even to her, suddenly ungripping her hands from him when she realized how tightly she was holding on.* Walter? *whispering now, her hands tentatively reaching for his face, his neck, trying to get a pulse. Her hands were shaking again, harder this time as panic started setting in. Immediately she tried to lift him up, lift him away from her so she could see that it was just a joke - it had to be a joke! - and that everything was okay* It's not funny, Walter. *scowls for a split second before the fear came back, the room blurring now because of tears of terror. Immediately realizing that she wasn't capable of doing that without having him slide off the desk and hit his head, Nat wiggled her way out from underneath him, wincing as he's tugged out of her. It was almost impossible to not stand there and hyperventilate, almost impossible to not just curl up into a ball and cry. This was the bad thing she was worrying about? This was something that she brought on herself! She caused this, whatever this was, because of the bad feeling. That turned out to be about him. It had to be; the pain had reached a climax and he was not getting up or looking like he was breathing and he was just laying there and….Nat turned around and threw up in the trashcan, giving herself that brief second to try and pull herself together. Or at least, pull herself together in terms of not collapsing and being useless and instead doing things. The tears were inevitable. She just couldn't stop; they were crawling out of her throat in quick succession and it was all she could do not to just start screaming. It was why she needed this…because she couldn't handle herself. She couldn't handle anything. But she had to do something…she had to do anything; her Walter was lying on that desk and she just…didn't know how to fix it. It was that moment when Nat realized her fear was making her possibly hurt him worse and she ran over to pull his shirt on her, grabbing his pants on her way because they were the first things she saw. Carefully, oh merlin, oh so carefully, Nat forced her trembling arms to pull him off the desk and into her arms, laying him gently down on the floor so she could quickly and carefully put his pants on. She couldn't carry him through Hogwarts naked, obviously. The whole time she was working on that she was murmuring to him, begging, praying for him to just hold on until she could find someone less useless to help him and make him all better. It seemed like a lifetime until she was running to the door to open it, running back to pick the limp body of her Walter up and run, run as fast as she could with the massive man in her arms up the stairs and through the halls, yelling for help, a professor, Madame Pompfrey, anyone as she went. Her strength was mere willpower, her vision relying more on her knowledge than her sight. As soon as she crossed the castle to the hospital wing, as soon as she came to people - people who would help, not first year children, her hysteria mounted in her voice* He's not breathing, he just…he looked like he was in pain and now he's not breathing or moving and he's not answering me, he's not waking up, please, please, make him wake up, make him breathe, he's not breathing, I-* she had to cut off, letting Walter be taken from her before whatever strings that were keeping her knees up be snapped. She knelt on that cold stone, high-pitched gasps following every sob as she watched him be laid down. Unable to help herself, she crawled back into the space, taking his chilling hand into her hand* Fuck you Walter! Fuck you! You can't do this to me! You can't leave me! Wake up! Wake up, goddamn you! Open your eyes and talk to me! Walter! *again she collapsed into violent tears, too overcome to speak or protest as they gently pushed her away* Don't leave me. *barely audible, wrapping her arms around herself in that shirt that smelled like him*
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The nurse grabbed the boy from the hysterical girl’s arms, and put him on the cot. Her face visibly paled, as she felt no pulse, saw no movement of his chest rising or falling. She did not have time to ask questions of how this had come to be, she only knew that if she didn’t get his heart beating soon, he would not survive.
The poor girl in hysterics was not helping, and she quickly snapped her fingers at one of her assistants to pull the girl away from the boy before grabbing her wand and placing it on his chest, on top of his heart. She uttered a spell to send an electric shock through his heart, attempting to restart it. The force of the spell caused the body to move slightly, but still she felt no pause, still saw no breathing; she tried it again. Twice more and she picked up on a pulse. However slow it was, it was still better than nothing.
The nurse wiped at her forehead, placed a spell to help his lungs inflate and deflate with air as the body was in no condition to even do that by itself.
“We need to get him to St. Mungo’s- fetch the Headmaster, his Head of House and inform Mungo’s immediately.” Three different portraits began to move quickly. Two ran across the portraits to the side of them, but the other disappeared entirely to their other frame in Mungo’s. She turned now to Miss Jude.
“Miss Jude, I’m afraid you cannot leave yet. The Headmaster and the Healers will want to know what happened.” She accio’ed some of the pajamas and placed them next to her, in case she wanted to change. The truth was, one more minute and she might not have been able to restart his heart.
The Headmaster and Head of House arrived, and soon after a team of mediwizards to transfer Walter from the hospital wing at Hogwarts, to St. Mungo’s.
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Nat: *It was hard to see through her tears at what the nurse was doing, but the tears were better than anything else she could have been doing. She felt like she would have thrown up again if she had anything inside of her, her head spinning around and a black thickness choking her lungs. The air couldn't seem to fix anything, the room seemed so unbelievably hot. She was swirling down that dark tunnel and there was no fix this time. Not this time. Every time Walter's body twitched, jumped, or moved, Natalie felt like a shock was running through her own. She was tensed, ready to spring up, just wanting to put her arms around him and have everything be alright. Everything was supposed to be okay! Everyone always told her everything was going to be okay and comforted her and then everything was, but now nothing was okay and no one could tell her it would turn out alright because it wouldn't. She should have just dealt with her feelings. She should have been stronger. But she was never strong - she had never been strong - and because of that, she lost everyone. Natalie began to rock where the assistant had left her. She was on the floor, her spine bumping against the post of a bed across the aisle, refusing to hear anything worse than the possibility her mind was flying through. Because…it just wasn't possible. She just couldn't. And then they were telling her that they were taking him to Mungo's? Fine, that was fine, and Natalie ignored the pajamas on the bed to shakily bring herself to her feet to follow. Or at least, until she was told that she wasn't allowed to leave. Too overcome, she just shook her grey face once, and then again more violently.* I need to go with him. I need to be there, I need to see that he's okay, I need to be there if…if he wakes up, I need him. I need to go! I told you what happened, please, please just…I need to go with him! *panicked at the idea that she would not be able to be with him, that feeling like she was going to crawl out of her skin increasing tenfold. She couldn't move; her body was trembling like she was cold, but her hands would not rise to her face and wipe off the tears. She tried to pull herself together so it looked like she would be able to go but there was just nothing to do. Her feet were glued to the floor, her eyes seemed tunnel visioned on one place, and she thought that maybe…maybe she was just about to faint. But before that realization could become a reality, Natalie found herself looking in the complete opposite direction. She realized dully that her face was stinging but she'd managed to bring a hand up to touch her cheek. She could move again, a little shocked into steadying herself anyways.* I will just sneak out of the castle and apparate myself there if I'm not allowed to go. *five minutes later she was pacing in front of a door where Mediwizards rushed in and out of, having answered every question as coherently as possible with absolutely no shame*
