Recovery

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The room the five of them had been in, was covered in ass and broken wall, roof and smelled strong of gas. Harry, The social worker and Little Cc laid unconscious and laid under debris. Christopher was slowly waking up, but his chair was long destroyed and his back was really starting to hurt. The sounds of the ambulance rang loudly, but because of the building being hit and the room they were on blocked, it would be a while before help would come. Christopher father, a man named Thompson, held his blood arm, but went over to Christopher. "...Chris?" He said softly. "Get...me up." Christopher said and his Thompson looked around. "Can you make due with one of those toddler chairs? It's all I see." Thompson said. "I...won't be able...to keep up." Christopher said. "I'll make something, hold your breath." He said. Christopher groaned out, but was, as carefully as he could, be sat in the toddler chair. Thompson took off his shirt and ripped it up, to make a thin rope, and tied Christopher to the chair, keeping his back straight. "You...didn't have those scars...their new." Christopher said, as his own hand was push to his forehead, after being handed a small part of the shirt. He let out a small noise, the presser thought, needed. His forehead was cut form glass. "Got jumped a couple times." Thompson said. "You happen to have a phone?" He then asked. "It's in the car...Zachary will send somebody if I don't call by noon." Christopher said watching his father look at the water on his arm. "Even if he does, nobody's getting to us, quickly. Just keep talking. I don't care about what. You got a nasty bump, I'll gotta try and get them all found." Thompson said.

Christopher really didn't want to talk, because the thoughts on his mind was of that he was sure his father wouldn't want to hear, but after a few minutes, and an unconscious, social worker pulled to chair Christopher was sitting  in, Thompson looked down at his son. "You need to keep talking." He repeated, again. "I can keep myself awake." Christopher said and he heard a small huff. "Zachary Lee is his name, right?" Thompson said, as he walked over and started moving more of the objects to try and location Harry and his young daughter. "I never mentioned his middle name..." Christopher said softly. "He had a twin, Mary and an older brother...Thomas J believe? Might be that jasper character, I don't know. Christine talks so fast sometimes. All I know is they are together, just forgot the details of who's the brother." Thompson said, pulling pushing off a very heavy part of roof, locating Harry. Harry had a hard hit to the head, but no blood was coming through his clothes and no obvious broken bones. "Thomas...Is their brother. Jasper, is his brother...it's complicated." Christopher said. "Something to do with that ship you were on?" He asked. "Yeah...I..." Christopher mumbled something, but it was inaudible. "Christopher! Keep talking." His father said, a bit harshly.

Harry's phone, started to ring. Thompson dug it out Harry's pocket and answered it. "Harry?" Sirius black said. "No. I need Zachary to call this number. Christopher has to keep talking." Thompson said. "They need to know who's all in there and there condition. They are working on getting inside, but the driver ran through three other rooms before the car stopped." Sirius said on the other end of the phone. "Five. I still haven't found Christine. Christopher I know has a head injuries, but he is conscious, but I feel as if that might chance. Navy man doesn't appear to be bleeding or obvious broke bones. The social worker as a small bleed in a couple areas but she and Navy or still unconscious. I don't know about my daughter. I'm still looking, and Zachary need to call this phone and keep Christopher talking." Thompson said. "They are working on getting to you guys. I'll have Zachary call." Druid said, and the phone hung up.

Christopher was handed the phone and a couple minutes later, he slowly put it to his ear. Zachary wasn't having much luck keeping Christopher taking. Christopher went form responding with words, to making sounds, to nothing and Thompson heard the phone be dropped. "Fuck." Thompson said going back over to Christopher. "Come on, kid. Wake up." He said, but Christopher wasn't waking back up.

Harry started to come too, putting a hand to his head. "Wesley! Who's the dumb ass who doesn't know how to load the Cannon!" Harry bitched out. He wasn't yet seeing, lost in half a memory. Thompson walked back over to Harry who's eyes were shut tighter, but he was Wake. "You aren't on a ship, Mr. Potter." Thompson said. Harry slowly opened his eyes, seeing the shirtless man standing their, the deep cut on his arm bloody, and had ran down his arm. He put his other hand out, that Harry took after a pause and was slowly pulled to his feet. "I haven't found Christine." He said. "You'll...have to give me a minute...I don't recall the time or place..." Harry said. Thompson handed Harry his phone. "Call somebody who can help. Christopher went unconscious and I still can't find Christine." Thompson said.

Harry slowly just called the last number that call, Zachary. Zachary and everybody else was gathered outside the building. He hurried to Sirius and handed him the phone. "It's Harry. He sounds confused." Zachary frowned, still half crying because Christopher went quiet.
"Harry?" Sirius said. "I'm...lost." Harry said. "No, there was just an accident. What's the last thing you remember?" Sirius asked, with Draco standing close by, trying to get an update on his own husband.
Harry talked about being on the ship, his ship, a few times, before the new memories started to come back. His father, the children, and where in time he was and the place he was at. Harry was still feeling a little foggy, but somebody was still missing...a little five year girl, who hadn't made so much as a sound since the accident.