Dedalus Diggle (violetto_phat) wrote in valesco,
@ 2011-09-15 20:57:00

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Eliza
“….Healer Diggle?

Dedalus grunted as a way of recognizing that someone was calling to him from the doorway of the on call room, though he couldn’t place who it belonged to. He was half asleep, with his arms folded over his eyes to keep out the minimal amount of light that had entered the room when the door had opened, turning over onto his side to face the wall a bit. He had a pounding migraine that he had only just taken something for, seeing how he had been suffering through it for the last couple of hours while with a patient. He didn’t like becoming dependant on them, and because he was a healer, he thought it was irresponsible of him to not practice what he preached to those he prescribed things for.

These late nights were taking their toll on him though, and having people’s thoughts floating around his head all day in addition to his own never helped keep his stress level low. Thankfully things were much better now than they were back in Hogwarts, when he had no idea what he could do, or how to control it after he did. He had gotten a much better grasp on it since then, though when he was extremely tired he often times caught a snippet of someone’s thoughts in passing.

“Um…I know you told me not to disturb you sir, but you have someone here to see you.”

A visitor? He furrowed his brows, and dropped his arms to look towards the door, though he immediately regretted it when he was blinded by light, since his eyes had never adjusted and his head was still pounding.

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elizaddled
2011-09-16 12:05 am UTC (link)

Eliza had grown tired of spending most of her nights alone. Of course, she had Eric, and she had the new baby growing inside her, and her husband did come home...but usually after the baby was asleep and Eliza dozing off with him. It wasn't strange for Dedalus to wake her up from her position in the nursery's rocking chair, and Eliza knew they were both growing weary of it. Her schedule at the hospital had been made easier the further along she was with her pregnancy, but Dedalus' just seemed to get more loaded as the day passed.

So today, she'd offered to cover a shift in the maternity ward to get off earlier today. With a few extra hours of sleep, Eliza was feeling invigorated and energized enough to visit Dedalus during yet another one of his late night work hours. She held her rather large tote bag tightly to her side as she said hello to her fellow colleagues at Mungo's on her route to Dedalus' lab. Eliza enjoyed having her friends ask about the baby, if they had names, or all the million questions one could ask about an impending childbirth, but the truth of the matter was that the new baby's nursery was only half painted. Their schedules hadn't been matching up, and with Elliot and his new baby on the way, Eliza didn't have much help.

Not that she blamed anyone, everyone was off doing something important, it just seemed...it made her sad, and this past year had been about making life happy.

Eliza quietly thanked the tired looking intern, and then turned to smile at her husband. "Hello," she said, feeling proud of herself, going up on her toes for a quick second because pushing out her belly for too long took a lot of energy.

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violetto_phat
2011-09-16 05:14 pm UTC (link)

Dedalus blinked as his eyes continued to adjust to the new light that was leaking into the room. That second voice he recognized instantly while she was thanking the intern. “…Eliza?” He questioned groggily, relieved that she was standing where she was in the doorway to block out at least a little bit of light from shining directly into his eyes. His head pounded, and felt extremely heavy, but he tried to sit up on the cot he was laying on regardless.

“Is everything alright? Did something happen?”

He saw that she was smiling, but his first instinct was to just assume the worst when he wasn’t expecting to see her, since over the last couple of years, spontaneous visits usually meant she needed him home right away, or that something bad had happened – often times it was a mixture of both. He eventually gave up on trying to sit up all the way, and sort of slumped over to rest his shoulder against the wall beside the bed, lifting his hands to press the heels of his hands against his eyes.

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elizaddled
2011-09-17 09:38 pm UTC (link)

Eliza closed the door behind her after the intern left, swiftly turning the lock to secure their alone time.

"Don't get up," she said quickly as she turned back, putting out a hand. Speaking quickly was about the only thing she could with a bit of speed these days, and Eliza tried her best not to waddle when she came towards Dedalus on cot. Eliza put out her hand for some help sitting down, and once she was resting on the edge of the bed (forcing herself not to notice how much it sank with her weight), she propped her bag up beside her and opened it.

She twisted a bit and smiled down at her husband, wanting to lean forward a bit more to give him a kiss, but knowing she would not be able to get back up if she did. They would have time for kissing later. Eliza continued to dig through her bag, which was charmed by her very smart husband to be as light as a feather but could carry their entire flat. Tonight, it was only carrying a portion of it.

"Eric is with the Slopers---Brianna was insisting on a baby sleepover to see how well she could handle two children," Eliza began to explain as she pulled out pillow with what would be a very familiar cover to Dedalus. Next came out another pillow, whose cover matched the first, and she handed him one, "And as I could not refuse a pregnant woman, I decided to take advantage of the night."

Her smile grew wider as she started to pull out a very comfy, warm quilt, straight from their bed set. Eliza knew Dedalus would not be up for going out at this time, and in all honesty even with her nap she was still tired, so why not just have the sleep she wanted with her husband...with her husband? The hospital was their second home, anyway.

"Lie back down," she said as she kicked off her shoes. Eliza had become very good at multitasking since she'd become a mother, and flapped open their quilt the best she could over her husband's already lying form.

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violetto_phat
2011-09-21 03:10 pm UTC (link)

He obeyed the orders without protest, thinking that if she wanted him to get up for whatever reason, she wouldn’t have told him not to. Knowing now that he obviously didn’t need to get up and sprint out of the hospital to deal with some catastrophe – that had been the old song and dance back when you-know-who was still alive, and his soldiers were killing without rhyme or reason. That was how it seemed, at least.

He would reach out his hand to help her down onto the bed, shifting his weight to give her more room, laying on his hip, now propping himself up with his elbow as his other hand pinched at the bridge of his nose. The least he could do was at least try to pretend he wasn’t as uncomfortable as he actually was. He was used to playing things down, back when he would come home from a night of dueling death eaters when Eliza had no idea about the Order. He had learned how to mask bruises, and heal cuts and wounds even before he had access to them by working at Mungos.

Listening to the explanation of where their son was eased a lot of the worry that he had when she initially walked into the room, knowing now that he was indeed safe and sound with their close friends. He dropped his hand when he heard her rustling through her bag, noting the items she was pulling out with a great deal of interest. He managed a tired smirk as he reached forward to grab one of the pillows, once again following her instructions by dropping down onto the cot so he was laying on his side, his arm now tucked beneath his pillow, making himself more comfortable. Once the quilt was over him, he reached out his hand for hers, hoping to pull her down to sit back down onto the thin mattress with him.

“You don’t need to fuss over me like this, love…”

He said the words as his thumb brushed over the back of her hand – a silent way of saying ‘thank you’, so she didn’t think he was being unappreciative. He just didn’t want to be another child that she thought she needed to take care of.

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elizaddled
2011-09-21 05:26 pm UTC (link)

Eliza pushed herself under the quilt, taking care to lie down next to Dedalus, glad that her belly was mostly out to the front, and not giving her more of a width. They joked that you couldn't tell she was pregnant from the back, and it made for sleeping in these little cots much easier to do. Her free hand sat on the top of her stomach and she turned her head to face her husband.

"I'm not fussing," Eliza said, giving him a pointed look, "I know you're willing to sleep here and be uncomfortable for as long as it takes to get your work done. You could be just be like every other healer and go home when your shift ends, but you're not."

Her hand reached out to push his hair back; it had grown long with his tiresome days and it reminded her of how he used to wear it at Hogwarts. School seemed like so long ago, so many things had changed and happened. But look, they'd made it. Not many people could say that. It broke Eliza's heart to think about their lost friends, but she could appreciate that she and Dedalus and Eric had made it through the war.

"You're not like every other healer, and that's what makes you one of the best," she finished softly, smiling, "And you deserve to have a good sleep with your own pillow, and your own blanket, and your very own wife." Eliza patted his cheek lightly, happy to be here.

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