Post by Professor O'Conner on Nov 29, 2010 0:53:54 GMT -5
Ashelle breathed deeply and leaned against the hospital wing doorway for moment. She finally made it! It had seemed like such a long journey to her, worried as she was about her sanity.
Carefully she opened the door, and walked in. Going up to the head nurses desk, she rang the bell on it and sat down in a nearby chair, hoping the head nurse or somebody qualified might come around soon.
If it's that Follet guy though Ashelle thought to herself, well, I suppose I'd be okay with that, so long as he didn't tell me I was lying about what just happened, or that it's nothing and tell me to go away again.
She sighed and waited for someone to come, hoping it wouldn't be too late when they got there.
Post by Cassandra Robinson on Nov 29, 2010 22:59:32 GMT -5
ooc: thread crashing! uhh continued from here. GAAABRIIIELL. <3
Cassandra stalked to the door of the hospital wing, hands tightly fisting on the material inside her robe pockets in an effort to stop her arms from shaking. The time spent toiling from the library to the infirmary on the seventh floor (honestly, why was such an important room only accessible after an unreasonable amount of stair climbing? If someone had gotten stabbed he or she wouldn't be able to make it to the room, let alone get medical treatment) had been...a struggle, to say the least. It was in her favor, then, that she had had at least the distraction of keeping her legs from collapsing under her on the way there, the rush of adrenaline screaming at her to run run run from that--that boy from the library. She couldn't, though; shouldn't, wouldn't. As much as he frightened her--and who wouldn't be, with knife flailing and scars and bared teeth in a dark room, lit almost purely by a weird blue lighting--she had already said she would bring him to the hospital wing to reset his broken fingers, and no matter...what had happened after that, Cassandra was not one to break her promises. Even if it hadn't been "official."
Even if he'd seemed ready to stab her, then watch her bleed.
Her face twisted into an even more menacing expression, and she grabbed roughly at the door handle, making to slam the unfortunate door into the wall before she caught herself, almost crushing her foot in an effort to save both the wall and the door from her poorly executed anger. No, school property shouldn't suffer from her own failures. So Cassandra held the door for the scarred boy she'd been accompanying from the library, one hand frozen around the wand in her pocket, unable to pry her fingers from their claw-like grip.
"We're here," she said, unnecessarily, dark green eyes trained resolutely on his face. The walk had been awkward, traveled slowly to match his steps, steeped in absolute silence. She hadn't dared pull ahead, lest he get cold feet and attempt to run from her (but mostly because of his knives and possible violent tendencies. She did not trust him, and it was with good reason), but walking behind was impractical for moments when she had to clear the path for him.
Thank goodness this was almost over.
Cassandra turned her attention briefly to the girl with extraordinary red hair sitting at the empty desk, and for a moment, dread flickered faintly across her face. "I'm sorry, but would you happen to know anyone capable of resetting broken fingers? His" she jerked her gaze back to the boy, whose name she didn't even know "have been healing incorrectly for a while, so they're probably going to need to be rebroken."
Post by Professor O'Conner on Nov 29, 2010 23:22:45 GMT -5
Ashelle looked sadly at the girl, her face stained with the tears she's shed moments ago at the lake.
"I was once a nurse here, but I have recently been ousted from my post or I would help you. On top of that I fear I am hallucinating. You might be part of my hallucination and you might not. Ether way I suggest we wait for the Nurse or Professor Follet, he is the one who relieved me of my post." She tried to smile at the girl but her lips simply wouldn't move in that formation.
"Don't worry, I am sure Mr. Follet knows that they have a pain reduction potion in the stores and also how to cast the spell to readjust bones without causing more damage. He told me I was a know nothing and I know about them so I feel sure he must."
Ashelle once again looked at her feet and got lost in her thoughts of what the hell was wrong with her life at the top of the heap.
Post by Gabriel Adams on Nov 30, 2010 15:26:12 GMT -5
He didn't want to be here. That couldn't have been made more clear. The last time Gabriel had given the Hospital Wing a chance, this insane girl had tried to strangle him. Now, to top it off, that girl who had nearly mowed him down in the library was up here.
Gabriel stared at her. What in the world - this girl, who seemed to have no idea what she was doing with anything, or at least where her own life was concerned - was she doing here? Apparently, according to her, she used to be a nurse here. How in the world did one get fired from that sort of position?
The Ravenclaw had a vague idea.
Immediately, this girl - what had her name been? - started spewing about potions and spells. The blood ran out of Gabriel's face and he shot a look at Cassandra. This was exactly why he hadn't wanted to come up here, he didn't want some stranger shooting spells at him, never mind spells he didn't even know the use for. She said it was a pain reduction - they had medication for that, but Gabriel wasn't sure he wanted the either.
His hand hadn't gone to his knife yet.
"I don't want any of that," Gabriel said, clearing his throat. He couldn't remember, but he might have had an illusion up to hide the scars on his face last time he'd ran into this girl (literally). Oh well. It would give her one more thing to worry about.
Frankly, Gabriel thought he could just go get in another fight and re-break the fingers himself. He'd just need someone on hand to set them - some one who knew how.
"I just need them reset. Muggle style. I don't want any potions, I don't want any spells."
It wasn't Gabriel trying to be brave or anything. To put it in plain, simple turns, he was scared to death of having someone give him medication - muggle or wizard. One could likely tell such a thing by the look on his face. This was one of those times where it wouldn't matter if he showed something actually made him nervous.
Being a wizard, in Gabriel's opinion, could be the biggest pain in the ass.
Reluctantly, he held up the hand, knuckles faced to her - Ashelle, that was it - to show exactly what was wrong with it. One of the fingers was bent, and a knuckle looked odd, the skin blotched purple and other not-normal colors.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 2, 2010 20:02:30 GMT -5
Ashlee sighed, it sounded like it came from her toes.
"That looks pretty bad, but nothing the Nurse couldn't cure in five minutes - with magic," she said in a dead voice.
"If you need a Muggle Doctor and wish to go though months of recovery that's your prerogative. They say the best Doctors are in big cities, might a suggest Madrid or Barcelona? I am sure they Train will take you there in only a few hours. I'm much mistaken if anyone in Firefox is qualified to be a Muggle Doctor, but then again I have been all wrong for quiet a while, so it would seem. You might want to ask around."
Ashelle put her head in her hands. Her shoulders shook. All that talk about those whack job Doctors had brought her back to the time when that freaking Nephilim had used a needle on her. What a bastard! Something like that was the last thing she wanted to think about at a time like this when her world was crumbling around her.
Post by Leseur Follet on Dec 3, 2010 8:57:17 GMT -5
It was Leseur's shift, and it had been slow all day. Nothing was happening in the Hospital Wing now that Talon was out of bed and able to move about again. It was almost weird not having to measure ingredients out precisely and monitor the surrounding hallways for idiots with snake patroni. It was quiet and calm and The Herbology professor liked it that way.
Being that the shift was so slow, Leseur figured he could sneak into the dining hall and grab some coffee and a quick smoke break outside and no harm would be done. As leseur returned to the Hospital Wing and heard voices he knew his timing couldn't have been worse. As luck would have it, he had picked the exact wrong moment to take a break. Opening the door, coffee in hand, the sky blue eyes of the Herbology Professor analyzed the three students.
Two were from the House of Ravenclaw, one boy and one girl. The boy was raising up his hand to show how it had been injured. He obviously needed medical attention. The two girls in the room looked physically fine. Maybe they had been there when the accident happened.
The other person in the room happened to be none other than the same girl who had her own little temper tantrum during a period where the headmaster needed rest. She had almost messed up the carefully planned recovery schedule they had set Talon on. She seemed a nervous wreck, however. Leseur debated for a moment in his head that throwing her out would be so much more satisfying for insulting him. The white-haired man, however, decided that throwing the Head Girl out of the hospital wing when she might actually need attention would be in poor taste.
Looking at the three, Leseur spoke as he walked to the desk and set down his coffee, "Hello, you three. I see one of you is actually injured so tell me what happened." His French accent still resided in his speech. "I don't need to know details of why or what, I just need to know how it happened. Your names would also be appreciated." The stand-in doctor let his gaze bounce between the three of them waiting for one to speak, preferably one of the Ravenclaws.
Post by Cassandra Robinson on Dec 4, 2010 15:09:58 GMT -5
ooc: no, no, it's weekdays, but that's okay, I'll sneak!
Cassandra looked blankly at the rather worn down appearance of the red haired girl, identifying at last that it was, indeed, the Head Girl. In all honesty, her face had been largely hidden by her mess of curly hair, and the face had been difficult besides to distinguished because of the recent signs of crying, but the Ravenclaw still should have been able to recognize such a prominent figure of authority at the school. Ashelle had been the Head Girl for almost as long as she could remember, and the brightly red, curling hair should have been easily recognized. Cassandra considered inquiring about her rather mussed and despondent appearance--only out of concern that she would not be able to perform her duties as Head Girl, of course; one of the highest positions of authority should not be looking so disheveled--when a white-haired man entered the room and seated himself behind the desk. Panic momentarily writhed in her throat (wasn't the nurse female?) before she recognized him as the Herbology professor--and apparently the act-in nurse at his professional attitude.
Cassandra wasn't aware why the Head Girl was at the hospital wing, but seeing nothing physically wrong with her besides her wrinkled appearance, decided that it would be better to have the boy from the library's broken fingers set first. Besides, if there seemed to be nothing physically wrong with the Head Girl, the only other reason she would be at the hospital wing in the first place would be for something emotional or mental, something quite a bit more private than, say, broken fingers. So the Ravenclaw spoke up at once to reply to the professor's question as she closed the hospital wing door behind her. No sense in unnecessary unlookers or having the warm, comforting heat of the hospital wing escape into the chilled halls.
"My name is Cassandra Robinson, from Ravenclaw. I accompanied him" she glanced briefly at the scarred boy for specification "here because I thought he made have some difficulty in reaching the seventh floor. His fingers were broken a while ago, though because he did not seek professional medical attention immediately, the bones have begun healing incorrectly and likely need to be rebroken. His...leg and his ear have also been injured, and I have treated them to the best of my ability, but it's probable that they will need to be looked at as well." Well, even if she were rather confident that his leg, at least, had been properly wrapped, perhaps the climb to the seventh floor had reopened his wound and done more messy bleeding. Certainly the stand-in nurse would be able to more fully accelerate the healing process? "He would also prefer non-magical treatment." Her every expression, though, was clearly expressing her disapproval at his choice and encouraged whatever method would most quickly and best fix his condition.
Post by Gabriel Adams on Dec 5, 2010 15:34:32 GMT -5
"Months of recovery," Gabriel repeated, staring at her. "For a broken finger."
Maybe that was why she wasn't a nurse anymore. Gabriel refrained from saying so. In her current state, this girl my get rather upset - and he didn't want to deal with that today. Instead he looked at the one who had brought him here.
Despite the fact that it was rather irritating, he said nothing to Ashelle about her obvious mental instability. He himself had more than a couple of breakdowns since he had reached the school - and there would always be more. He was frankly more curious to know exactly what her problem was.
What was the reason? Speaking of Muggle Doctors was apparently bothering her, but that was her problem.
A stiff, albeit friendly, man approached them. He seemed a sensible being, and Gabriel felt a bit better, if wary. The Ravenclaw glanced at the girl, Cassandra - all right, she at least remained consistent with him, and she hadn't called him an idiot for not letting anyone use magic. He tossed her a sharp look when she remarked on his leg, and resisted the urge to scowl at her.
"My leg is fine," he mumbled, eyes downcast. After a beat he looked back up at the nurse. "Gabriel Adams, Ravenclaw as well. "
Hmmm, how to go about explaining the exact story? He doubted he would have to go in to nitpick details, specifics, the man had said as much. Gabriel would have liked a name from the nurse, but it was no matter. He could get it later.
"What she said is correct - the less magical healing use the better."
He hadn't even told Cassandra exactly what had happened, although it was rather implied he'd been doing something he shouldn't have been. Gabriel swallowed.
"I just need it reset." Pain pills, maybe, would be the minimum he would be willing to take, perhaps the wizard equivalent. Gabriel wouldn't be happy about it, but he would take it. Honestly, he didn't feel like he needed them. It wouldn't hurt for long, right?
Now for the explanation itself. "Got into a sparring match with some one in town - Orca?" He added, almost perplexed. That had been his name, right? Yeah. Gabriel held up his other hand to demonstrate. "Caught my hand, tried to get something away from me, crushed my finger and bruised it up. I thought I had it set okay, but ..."
He shrugged. Surely the hand in itself made it clear enough he hadn't been entirely successful. After a beat he looked at Ashelle, who appeared on the verge of something.
"If there's something quick you can do for her - " Gabriel said, nodding at the Head Girl, " - I can wait. I've lasted this long." He managed a weak smile. 971
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 5, 2010 19:56:35 GMT -5
Ashelle looked up at them again.
"It's ok," she said with a forlorn tone, "you should go first, since you really are there and all. I'll tell Professor Follet, about my hallucination afterward, if he has time."
This time a small smile did come to her face, but only like a ray of her former self though the clouds of a storm that was soon to hit. She was sure Professor Follet would dismiss her or worse send her away to St. Mungo's or something. No one cared, and no one should, she was all wrong, and always had been.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Dec 6, 2010 20:38:57 GMT -5
"Hallucinations?" The voice, and it's Welsh accent, issued from the thin, blonde woman who'd come into the hospital wing. Morgan had only come up because she'd been restoring the charms on several medimagic devices, including spy-inside glasses, and she was now delivering them.
"Ashelle, I think you'd better come with me. It looks like Professor Follet has his hands rather full at the moment." She placed the bag of devices she'd been carrying down on an empty bed. "Come along. We'll go back to my office and have a nice spot of tea, alright?"
She turned to the other professor. "I mean, if you don't mind, Lesseur. Far be it for me to tell you how to run the infirmary."
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 26, 2010 21:37:33 GMT -5
Ashelle rose and shuffled toward the teacher, who she vaguely recognized Morgan Pendragon. Lovely, now both Malachy and Morgan were back to torment her. But whatever, she deserved it. she deserved whatever kind of "tea" Morgan had the idea to serve to her, which she imagines meant a really big talking to and lots of homework.
She she really didn't know who was worse at this point Professor Follet, or Morgan. But she supposed it didn't matter either way. No one was about to help her and both would rather stomp on her -in one way or another- then make her feel better, if there was any better to be felt.
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