"Well, that's one piece of clean up done," Edward said. "Oh. Wait. One more thing." Edward apparated himself down beside James and poured a different potion into him. Then he rejoined the others.
"Wolfsbane," Edward said. "Now, he isn't going to be making any supernatural trouble for any muggles any time soon. And if the muggles find him, he may find himself having to put up with muggle medicine." Edward laughed at the thought of it. "That will seem pretty barbaric even by his standards. Shall we go home?"
Nigel saw Jess come in, but he kept working, first cutting what he could of the shirt to remove it and then carefully removing the stuck fabric from Robert's shoulder.
"Muggle shirts," Nigel sighed. "Their plastic fabrics aren't worth crap. They just melt to the skin. Do yourself a favor, Robert. Toss the muggle shirts out and go back to proper wizarding shirts. Hi, Jess. He'll be fine, but you know how fireball burns go. They burn hot, and so now I have this issue of hot melted plastic stuck to his shoulder. It'll be right as rain in a few days." Might have to do some scar reduction later, though."
"At my age, I don't make a practice of going without my shirt," Robert replied. "And anyone that I am likely to be around in that state of dress already knows about tonight's fireball. I am not concerned about scar reduction."
"That's fine. We can talk about it later," Nigel said, knowing that, at some point, Robert would choose to do it for Kate, if for no on else."
Michael peaked around the screen to see Ginger there, wide awake.
"Sorry if we're keeping you awake," Michael told her. "While we're here, can I get you anything?"
"You're not keeping me awake. I was already awake," Ginger replied. "Could I have some water?"
"Absolutely," Robert said. "Michael, there's a glass bottle of water for her in the mini fridge down here. I've added some electrolytes and vitamins for her. She doesn't taste them but, at this point, anything we can do to infuse fluids and nutrition is all for the better. Just use the graduated drinking glass on her nightstand and keep track of now much you put in the glass, so we can continue to make sure her system is adapting to having fluids again."
"I can do that," Michael said, going to get the bottle of water.
"Who's your patient?" Nigel asked.
"I'll introduce you when we're through. Jess, do you know if anyone else was injured?"