Hospital Wing Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

“But quality doesn’t save lives; precision does. Calm does. Today, you’ll prove you have them, or you’ll be discarded.” She didn’t wait for a response though, she turned around and hurried her steps. We followed her straight into the Emergency Wing. The moment the doors opened, sound crashed into me. Shouts, groans, the metallic tang of blood, the harsh crackle of cauterizing spells. Stretchers rolled in one after another, wolves half-dead, some missing limbs, some coughing up blood… Well, nothing new to me, but Shadowfang wasn't this aggressive either. “Rogue ambush,” a nurse muttered as she passed. “Border Patrol. We’re swamped—move!” She bit out.

go. The ill wolves were assembled in the former training hall. The air smelled of sickness, thick, metallic, bitter, heavy. I was shifting between beds. Heavy breathing, I said to one of the patients. "Will I survive?" he whispered. I will, I said, with my warm hands on his breast. Harriet remained with me and brought herbs, water, and cloths. She was silent at her work, yet her glances kept falling on the door. Towards him. Since Lucius would not be going.

I looked for my handkerchief inside my small bag and gently wiped the blood coming out from his knuckles. “I already warned that old hag, but he never believes in me—” “I don’t understand you, but I will listen, so go on. What happened? And why are there many men in suits in the hospital? It seems like they’re guarding all the entrances and exits?” I asked and looked at the two men near us. And old hag? Is he talking about his father? I shook my head. “Go on. I’ll listen.” However, Helios shook his head. “You don’t need to know about it—”

Hugh wanted to seek answers, but he could not, now. Soon, they got to the hospital and grandpa James was wheeled out. Hugh immediately stepped forward, and pushed Lucia behind him, while holding her hands. The hospital was a public space, and they were told to sit in the waiting area. Lucia wanted to fight her way out of Hugh's grip.

There were bloodstains on the floor, and scorch marks. The staff of the hospital, and those who were using it as a residence as Meguitte and Connery were doing, had closed off the areas deemed too damaged for use. Whilst Havermouth was returning to normal, and the magical aid of the local witch covens under the guidance of the Rideten witches, and Aislen’s friend Bianca, had helped with that recovery, they did not have the facility to remodel and repair the hospital yet.

MINA I stayed close, my hands hovering over him. The halls blurred past us as he was wheeled out of the hospital. Someone said something about the hospital wing still being under renovation. Someone else explained, hurriedly, that they couldn’t properly treat werewolves here yet. I barely heard any of it. He was awake, but he looked too pale. His lips had lost that infuriatingly smug curve they usually held, and the color had drained from his face. Still, his eyes were open—half-lidded, unfocused at times, but open.

The bouncer stood up and walked away. The hospital E.R. staff had been professional, but cold, almost bordering on hostile as they treated Heith and Edgar for their injuries. The Rowlings both noticed a plaque in memory of the Doctors Haywood and that their name was emblazoned all over the Pediatric wing, as an orderly escorted them out.

“Alpha, Luna. We need a vehicle that can transport him to the Grey Smith hospital.” Gwen looks puzzled and Hugo frowns. “We don’t go to hospitals…” Then Hugo snaps his mouth shut and nods his head, dragging Gwen away with him. “You two, I need you to lift him up and onto the bed. Gently. He is in a very fragile state.” Then she moves out the door and waits for me to follow. “He isn’t going to make it, is he?” I ask her, hugging my middle with my arms.

Emma Watson The hospital lights were far too bright for this hour of the night. I sat beside Lucas’s bed, my hands folded tightly in my lap, eyes fixed on the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest. Machines beeped softly around him, an odd symphony of life and fragility that I couldn’t tune out no matter how hard I tried. There were bruises on his cheek, a gash over his eyebrow, and his arm was wrapped in thick gauze. But he was alive. Breathing. Healing.

And when I recalled what happened a while ago when we were inside the barn, when Weston showed us some potions made by the witches, an idea popped in my head. “Stay here for a bit.” I stood up from the ground and straightened my clothes. “Where are you going?” “In the barn. I need to get something.” I went out of Wendy’s house and gathered all my courage to run past these lifeless bodies so I could get to the barn. The fog clouded my surrounding, but it also didn’t take a while before I saw the tall barn standing at the end of this village. Entering the place, I turned the light on and hastily went in front of the drawer near the stone table. I opened it and rummaged inside to search for the