Pain is a pesky part of being human.

[rule_britannia]

WHO: Arthur & anyone
TONE: General
RATING: G
WHEN: 27th, after the quidditch match
WHERE: Hospital wing
WHAT: Feel like visiting?
STATUS: Ongoing

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How he'd managed to hold onto the quaffle after taking a speeding bludger to the shoulder wasn't something he really wanted to think about right now. It was probably lucky that the game had ended when it did because he'd been close to falling off his broom with the pain shooting up and down his arm and across his chest.

The nurses had seen to it quickly, of course, and how much it had hurt was just a distant memory now but every now and then he'd touch two fingertips to his shoulder and mentally wince. His clavicle had been pointing out at a very unnatural angle, he recalled, though not quite breaking the skin. Bones shouldn't be able to bend like that, he was sure.

He sighed and plucked at the bedsheets. It would be a few hours before the bone was properly knitted together.

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[ihaveanappforthat]

Only silence was emitted from James, even as he perched himself at the very end of the bed, a book was in his hand, one of the ones Herbert had suggested no doubt. This wasn't sentiment, it was making sure his things were okay and in working order, not for Arthur's sake, no, it was for his own. Dark brown eyes lingered on the pages a moment longer before flickering over to Arthur.

His gaze was calculative, he was surveying the left over damage and how Arthur was taking things. It had been a broken clavicle, he saw what had happened, he'd been at the game to observe.

[rule_britannia]

The silence was fine by him. James didn't make him uncomfortable, at least not anymore, and he was under no illusions as to why the other boy was there. Still, it showed he cared in his own strange way, so no question was brought to it. Arthur may have even nodded off for a while, only to wake up to find his friend still there.

Finally, he cleared his throat and shifted, the noise and movement too loud and sudden, even to him, in the quiet hospital wing, and he nudged his foot under the sheet against James' leg, tilting his head to one side.

"Surely there are more entertaining things that you might be doing right now, Jim."