Post by Bob on Jun 9, 2012 9:05:23 GMT -5
For days Bob had been prowling the halls of St. Mungo's under one pretest or another, hoping for the occasional scrap of food to pass his way, or an empty sofa in the waiting room to rest his weary bones. After a while, not only was it boring, but it was making him hungrier. He had to be more proactive! He knew what he needed to do, and he would do it now!
It didn't take very long for him to find a discarded doctors coat thingy whatever they called it, meant for the laundry. He claimed it from the cart being wheeled around by an inattentive intern, who was on laundry duty. Clutching it under his worn down ragged jacket, he raced to the loo to proudly wear his prize. The bottom half was covered in blood, blood replenishing potion, and other things, but he didn't care. He felt it made him look heroic and capable. He ran a hand through his greasy unkempt hair, straightened his lapels and strode through to the emergency wing as if he had owned the place.
Not much earlier a woman had been rushed in, missing an arm. She had been trying to apparate while drinking, and splinched herself. Apparently she had been sedated, and was meant to wait quietly on a cot while Ministry workers searched for her arm. At the sight of a young man walking at a speed that could almost be running, holding a large and sloppily wrapped item, Bob rushed over and intercepted him.
"There you are, my good man! We'll just get that young woman fixed up and on her way...Good job young fellow! I'll see to it you get a commendation!" he called over his shoulder and ran back to the general direction of the patient. Once he saw the ministry fellow disappear, he made a sharp left, to utility closet, and clicked on the light.
What riches! Here was a feast! Fat fingers, tight in the merciless grip of too small rings...he'd have to give those to the lady once he was done eating...A wrist so fleshy and still warm, it would give him such pleasant memories! The arm itself, pale and pink and squishy...oh lovely. The joints in the fingers and the wrist, the bones...oh they would make such a delightful stew later! Nothing could go to waste. Bob was practically drooling, and he swallowed hard. First things first though. He had to get rid of that awful woman, so she wouldn't complain later.
He carefully rewrapped the arm and set it on the shelf. He straightened his clothes and tried to look both confident and sympathetic at the same time, and found the woman again.
"I'm sorry ma'am...we found your arm...but it's beyond repair...I wish we could have done more...I'll see that you are recommended a good ummm...fake one...they do wonders with that kind of thing nowadays..." he patted her on the shoulder, and walked slowly shaking his head, trying to pretend he didn't hear her wail of despair, and once he was back through the double doors, he raced back to his precious.
Once back in the utility closet, held the limb up and smiled...he was going to make this last...
It didn't take very long for him to find a discarded doctors coat thingy whatever they called it, meant for the laundry. He claimed it from the cart being wheeled around by an inattentive intern, who was on laundry duty. Clutching it under his worn down ragged jacket, he raced to the loo to proudly wear his prize. The bottom half was covered in blood, blood replenishing potion, and other things, but he didn't care. He felt it made him look heroic and capable. He ran a hand through his greasy unkempt hair, straightened his lapels and strode through to the emergency wing as if he had owned the place.
Not much earlier a woman had been rushed in, missing an arm. She had been trying to apparate while drinking, and splinched herself. Apparently she had been sedated, and was meant to wait quietly on a cot while Ministry workers searched for her arm. At the sight of a young man walking at a speed that could almost be running, holding a large and sloppily wrapped item, Bob rushed over and intercepted him.
"There you are, my good man! We'll just get that young woman fixed up and on her way...Good job young fellow! I'll see to it you get a commendation!" he called over his shoulder and ran back to the general direction of the patient. Once he saw the ministry fellow disappear, he made a sharp left, to utility closet, and clicked on the light.
What riches! Here was a feast! Fat fingers, tight in the merciless grip of too small rings...he'd have to give those to the lady once he was done eating...A wrist so fleshy and still warm, it would give him such pleasant memories! The arm itself, pale and pink and squishy...oh lovely. The joints in the fingers and the wrist, the bones...oh they would make such a delightful stew later! Nothing could go to waste. Bob was practically drooling, and he swallowed hard. First things first though. He had to get rid of that awful woman, so she wouldn't complain later.
He carefully rewrapped the arm and set it on the shelf. He straightened his clothes and tried to look both confident and sympathetic at the same time, and found the woman again.
"I'm sorry ma'am...we found your arm...but it's beyond repair...I wish we could have done more...I'll see that you are recommended a good ummm...fake one...they do wonders with that kind of thing nowadays..." he patted her on the shoulder, and walked slowly shaking his head, trying to pretend he didn't hear her wail of despair, and once he was back through the double doors, he raced back to his precious.
Once back in the utility closet, held the limb up and smiled...he was going to make this last...
