Lord of time (chapter 41-107)

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Tom appeared with Hadrian unconscious in his arms in the emergency room of St. Mungo's. The charms surrounding the place alerted them to incoming patients, so it was to no surprise that within seconds he had a Healer and Medi-Witch firing off questions as they did a basic diagnosis on Hadrian. Tom was just glad to have Hadrian here and able to converse with them in a language he understood, even using a spell didn't accurately translate sometimes.

"What happened?"

"How was he injured?"

"Spells?"

Even as they asked they were conjuring up a stretcher and taking Hadrian away to heal him. Calls for blood replenishing potions being demanded for post haste when they noticed the abundance of blood upon their patient and the wizard who had carried in their patient.

"An explosion, a big piece of wood was imbedded in his back," Tom said, covered in blood but staunchly remaining calm, but his face was pinched. "He removed it over an hour ago, and was in a duel, he's been hit with the Cruciatus Curse." Now his anger showed, and it was genuine, he revelled in the fact he had killed Grindelwald, and pleased he had died out in pain, he only wished he'd been able to prolong it, to the point that he had died in excruciating agony. Instead he'd used a light spell, just to pander to the masses. It disgusted him even though he understood the need for it. Their goals called for complete public adoration.

"Inform Healer Jackson," the Medi-witch called to the Healer who was already half way out with Harry. "Incoming patient suffering from the Cruciatus curse and blood loss."

"Yaxley?" Tom queried, wondering if it was the Jackson he was thinking off.

"Yes, he's on duty today, why don't you take a seat? I'll be out to let you know what's happen as soon as I can," the Medi-witch said soothingly, trying to keep 'Tom' calm in a terrible situation. He looked more angry at the moment, presumably thinking on who had attacked his friend? "I have to go help them, will you be alright?" not wishing to leave him unless he was fine.

"I'll be fine, just let me know what's happening to my husband as quickly as possible," Tom said possessively, unable to help but proclaim who Hadrian was to him. he didn't want to have to explain everything later, when they refused to give him details while under the impression they were just 'friends' or some such nonsense.

The Medi-witch startled at that pronouncement, genuinely taken aback, they were so young, they looked to still be in school together.

"Here, fill in all the details you can, we need to know everything," another Medi-witch emerged, her name tag proclaimed her to be Medi-Witch Hannah, "Has Hadrian taken anything in the last twenty-four hours?"

"A blood replenisher, he was injured earlier today, nothing big just a little accident we had while practicing our spell work," Tom explained, realizing he would have to tell them. "Nothing else,"

"That's good, now we already have Hadrian's file, so don't rush," Hannah said, "He's responding well thus far, we're removing the debris around the wound, now if you'll excuse us, we need to help," they also knew that Tom was Hadrian's husband, they didn't need to be told. Hadrian had worked in St. Mungo's and many of them had gotten to know him during his short time with them. Although Serena wouldn't know, she'd joined after Hadrian's time with them.

"Of course, please, just help him," Tom said demurely, forcing a worried and anxious look upon his features. Although, some of those feelings were not feigned. The bond with Hadrian was empty, cold, void, and he loathed that feeling more than anything else in this world. It was happening all too often - each time he was attacked actually - and it made him more than anxious. He was so used to feeling Hadrian, even in a more underlying sense that nothing felt foreign to him. He'd rather just experience all the pain and suffering Hadrian was instead. Unfortunately, the bond just didn't work like that.