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Nov 28, 2024 17:35:24 GMT -7
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Post by calcetines on May 11, 2009 20:20:28 GMT -7
Angel sat patiently on her bed, awaiting the healer to arrive. The nurse had just done the standard procedure and left Angel to her lonesome. Or at least partway. There was a man on the other side of the room that had strange skin discolourations and had been complaining of stomach pains for the past fifteen minutes and an elderly witch in the middle section that had giant lobster claws where her hands should be.
But in her section guarded off by peach coloured curtains, Angel was very much alone. No mother or father to comfort her, no supportive friend. She had come alone to see the Healer. After what felt like a long time of listening to oddly coloured man's groaning, the Healer finally came in. Short, squat, balding and bespeckled, he reminded Angel of a much shorter version of her Grandpa Weasley. "Now, let's take a look at what you've got going on in there," he said, only through a thick Irish accent.
He instructed Angel to lie down, preformed a few tests with his wand that made a strange tingling sensation pulse through her body, and then sat down on a stool. "It appears that you are expecting twin boys. I would say around mid-August, probably earlier since..." said he. The rest of what the doctor had said was just a bunch of jibberish to Angel. Twins. She didn't know how she was going to provide for one baby, let alone two. She paid the Healer and began walking toward the exit of the room, dazed.
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