some had scars and some had scratches

Sequel to Hurricane Drunk

Her eyes barely flickered against the bedazzling light of the Hospital Room, though once she had fully opened them she could see that there was no lighting that could permanently affect her sight. The room, contrary to her expectations, was duller than the dullest silver. The only thing giving way to light were the open windows, blares of light that entered into the room - just the wrong side.

She heard no voices, no rustling of hair, and came to the conclusion that she was the only person in the room. How comely. It gave her some space to just... think.

However, the blonde thought that it would be nice to have people surrounding her. Just to know that they cared.

"LENAAAAAAAAA!" Charles yelled. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" He had ran every inch of St. Mungo's and he could not find his dying best friend. Now he was scared for his life. What if Lena died and he didn't come to visit her? That would make him the worst best friend ever. He asked one of the nurses where she was and they told him she was on this floor but he went through ALL the wards and he couldn't find her.

He finally heard a voice breathing, and he dashed into the room. He grinned when he could see some traces of Lena's hair from the back. "LEEEEEEEENA!" he cried, sitting down on the stool next to her. "HOW ARE YOU?"