Post by albus severus potter on Aug 11, 2019 14:20:36 GMT
Albus had come a long way from the scared eleven year old who was extremely concerned about what label he would wear for the rest of his life as the train pulled away from Platform nine and three quarters. He had grown not only physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. He had grown to know what he wanted, been through hardships, and all along the way he had people to guide him... but now it was his turn. Now it was his turn to help others that had been in a space similar to his.
At a fast pace, Albus found himself moving towards his newest assignment. He hadn't been given much information about the patient he was rushing to, simply that it was a multi-department cooperation. As he pulled the door open and caught sight of the child behind it, he fought hard to hide the devistation that he felt within.
There was more injuries than there was human flesh. He wanted to give up hope just looking at the child in front of him, but he was being paid not to. He was meant to be saving this child... not writing them off.