They left their stupid guitars PLUGGED IN and when the power went out to our building we were stumbling around in the dark trying to find a torch
I would have gone to St. Mungo's had I been alone, but my flatmates felt guilty and insisted on taking me to the local Muggle hospital where I have been waiting for a couple of hours now with a load of gauze pressed against my head. They will not leave, or let me leave. If I had been able to get to the RIGHT hospital, I probably would have seen SOMEONE by now.
I'm supposed to be on the day shift, but I had to owl in and tell them I may be late because I am NEVER GOING TO BE SEEN here, because my injury is hardly a life or death situation.
And hospital coffee is still horrible, regardless of where you go.
DAMN IT ALL. I am not a happy person right now.