Elijah had a headache; one which conflicted with all sense of what was right and sensible. Somehow, because of such an ailment, he found himself in St. Mungo's, once again arguing with his least favourite secretary in order to gain access to the maternity ward that his sister had been taken to. The secretary relented in the end but Elijah was more than a tad irate before he got to the ward.
Of course he couldn't go in yet; or at least, that was what a passing Healer had told him. Frankly, he didn't want to. Being on the ward again reminded him far too much of when he'd been there with Chase and he couldn't help but notice the difference. No other Krums were there; hadn't bothered to turn up. It was just him - him and Nick.
Grabbing a two cardboard cups decorated in garish colouring for the brand of coffee, Elijah filled them near to the rim with the hot drink before walking down the corridor to Nick. He sat down in the chair beside the boy, leaning heavily against it as though to stand was some great burden, and held out the cup for him to take.
"She won't die," Elijah announced himself by way of a weak joke. "Worse things could happen, eh?"
With a smile, Elijah took the first sip of coffee and tried to stomach the vile liquid - they never could supply something nice, could they? Stupid vending machines.
"Horrible accident or not, this is still your child, Nick." Elijah told the Gryffindor with idle concern. "You have to fight for a part in her life otherwise you won't even get a smidgen of involvement. Trust me, I know."