Journey: Harry Potter

41.

"Come on, just one more step," Madam Strout encouraged Mya with one hand on her back and the other helping hold up her arm to support her. 

"I'm trying," Mya gritted out taking another agonizing step. "Goddammit! Why does this hurt so much?"

"Because you haven't stretched those muscles out in a while," Madam Strout had a very posh accent and she had this very calming feeling when you were around her, like being with your grandmother. But right now, Mya didn't want calm, she wanted to be able to just walk to the door by herself. "Come on, dear, you're nearly at the door."

Mya huffed out another shaky breath, her face pinching together when she lifted her foot and took another step forward. Her hand gripped on Strout's harder. This was more than just the pain of not using muscles for a couple of weeks, it was also her wounds that were still healing that did not like the movement. 

But she had to keep moving, the full moon was only a day away. There was no way she'd be able to even survive out there in her current condition. 

Her arm reached out to touch the wall, letting out a sigh of relief as her head dropped down.

"See, I knew you could do it," Madam Strout smiled, patting Mya's back gently. "And in less time than you did yesterday."

Five minutes, it had taken her five minutes to get from her bed to the doorway. 

"Dammit!" Mya slammed her fist against the wall. "Dammit, dammit, dammit!" 

"Hey, hey," Strout spoke in a claiming voice, trying to pull Mya away from the wall before she fell down. "You did good today, this is a great improvement."

"It's not," Mya snapped. "It's not because I should have already been here five minutes ago!"

"Mya," Her head snapped over to the side, seeing her mother stood there with a not so pleased look on her face. "I know you are not snaping at Madam Strout."

"She's just having a tough day is all," Strout didn't take it personally, after working with so many patients in this ward throughout the years, she had gained very thick skin when it came to attacks like these.

"Well, thank you, Strout. Why don't I take over from here so you can check on your other patients," Sophia gave the woman a kind smile.

Mya huffed, taking her hand off the matron and putting it on her mother's arm instead. Turning around slowly to face her bed which looked to be a mile away with her aching muscles.

"So, would you like a wheelchair or to walk?" Sophia raised a brow.

"This is so pathetic," Mya gritted her teeth. "It's only ten steps away from here! Yet I can't even do that. How does anyone expect me to survive tomorrow night, if I can't even walk to my bed yet."

"Don't say that," Sophia gave her a scolding look. "Since when has it ever been okay for you to think that way? You will survive tomorrow, just like you will survive the ten steps to your bed."