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Role-Play Boards => St. Mungo's => London => First Floor: Creature-Induced Injuries => Topic started by: Elixa Mordent on March 17, 2013, 08:35:14 PM
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News travelled fast in the hospital, though Elixa wasn't quite sure of the source, only that when the call came for someone to deliver a rush supply of antivenom base to the third floor after someone's pet snake had turned sour on them, she was up there like a shot to help the healers finish the job.
Each of the floors had their own stock of supplies for the healers, and if they ran low the apothecary had to dash up with more, and would occasionally be sought to prepare potions, remedies and other requirements to back up the work of the trained healers. Elixa was become quite accustomed to this routine now in the week or two she'd been at the hospital, and could even risk claiming she enjoyed the challenge to produce accurate potions on demand.
Draining the cauldron with wand movements that were now second nature to her, the apothecary hurried the required solution out onto the emergency ward of the Creature Injuries floor so it could be administered by the green robed healer that Elixa had heard just a little about since arriving, and even more since that morning. Set apart from the trained healers by her different uniform and her apron (now sporting a few faint stains from her every day duties, but still looking crisp), her hair pulled back in a ponytail to ensure it was out of the way, her feet travelled swiftly, weaving between bustling colleagues until she reached the Healer who had requested the remedy.
"Healer Bombay, solution as requested." Elixa addressed the woman who was on an eye level with her more or less. She extended the glass bottle with both hands to ensure it couldn't easily be dropped, and stayed by the foot of the bed to watch her brew be used, fascinated to see the effects of snake bite on the human body. Whereas her apothecary colleagues might deliver, pause to see that all was well and check for further instructions, it was rather obvious that Mordent's interest extended past that.
When the empty glassware was extended back to her, Elixa barely noticed, watching the patient intently from the foot of their bed. For several seconds she watched intently, oblivious.
"Yes, sorry, anything else you require, Healer Bombay?" She asked in a hurry, realising that Johann's fiancée was getting irritated rapidly, she nipped round the side of the bed to the healer and received the jar in both hands again.
"Congratulations on the promotion by the way." She added in a low voice, smiling. "Glad to be able to assist." Although they'd not met until now, she gave Hannah a somewhat over-familiar smile, forgetting she had not introduced herself entirely.
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Barely glancing the way of the witch that had brought her the potion, Hannah (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=76080006) took the glass bottle and offered it to the nervous healer in training stood over the body of the wizard. Patient Uggleham was covered in enormous pussy grey boils that oozed into bed sheets beneath him. His breathing was shallow and pained as the snake venom started to shut down the organs in his body. This was all Hannah cared knowing about. Perhaps another colleague may have asked what the wizard did for a living, how old he was, did he have any family relatives that they needed to contact. Hannah knew these from simply looking at the wizard. There were ink smudges along the left side of his hand, almost completely covered by the boils. Remnants of a feather quill Uggleham had stuck behind his ear while writing remained in his hair, his wrinkles illustrated late fifties and the small tan line where a wedding ring once sat informed the healer that they needed to be owling a recently separated spouse. If she even wished to come and see her husband….
“Well get on with it.” Bombay told the trainee, evidently lacking patience this evening. It had been a trying day followed by a long shift in the hospital. Her first shift leading a ward and already the stress was having an effect. The green robed teenager leaned further other the body and inserted his wand into the vial to start drawing the liquid.
"Yes, sorry, anything else you require, Healer Bombay?"
Hannah glanced around the find the apothecary still stood at the end of the bed having been watching them go about their work. Then the witch congratulated her and offered her an all too warm smile. For a moment all Hannah did was stare as, behind her, the trainee got on with his work. The smile didn't look natural. Hannah didn't smile like that.
“Are you in pain? Miss…?”
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"In pain?" Elixa asked, her smile turning to a look of confusion. "No, I'm not a patient, I'm fine thanks." Then her eyebrows quirked upwards, "Are you in pain?" Then realising that was definitely not what was meant she took a step back and smiled again.
"Elixa Mordent," The witch extended her hand to shake, though it hung in the air a little longer than she anticipated. "I'm an old schoolfriend of your future husband, brilliant to meet you at last." She was pretty, clearly very professional and very astute, yes she could see why he liked her. It wouldn't be him if he'd gone for someone with half a brain.
"Is there anything further I can do for your patient, or any others, while I'm here? I'll prepare some more solution for his treatment if that responds well." She peered past Hannah to see how things were panning out behind with the trainee healer. He was young, and Elixa wondered if he had the same worries she remembered from those days in training. Hopefully Bombay was a good tutor, probably had high standards.
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A sensible question considering the look on the Apothercary’s face was turned back on Hannah and the healer’s eyebrows twitched upwards a minute amount in a confused surprise. Perhaps less in pain and more mentally challenged was their newest apothecary? Merlin knew Bombay hadn’t seen this one before. They certainly didn’t have a tendency to hang around and chat.
Hannah’s eyes carfully analysed the witch. She wasn’t young enough to be out of school in a new career, she was older than her healer counterpart. Yet she was neither professional enough to be accustomed to the working manners of St Mungo’s employees. Her accent was foreign, reminding Hannah of her only friend. The friend whose father was seemingly out to destroy her.
"I'm an old schoolfriend of your future husband, brilliant to meet you at last." The outstretched hand was ignored as the introduction was made. She did know Johann. She was yet another person to have read the papers. Yet she wasn’t being cruel or venomous in her tone, words or actions. She had a smile, a friendly demeanor. This should perhaps have calmed Hannah and made her feel at ease next to Johann’s old, friendly school friend. Yet friendliness and such inappropriate familiarity also set Hannah on edge.
“We’re not engaged.” She plainly responded.
On the bed the wizard let out a loud groan and Hannah turned back to her patient and trainee healer. The trainee looked worried.
“The boils aren’t going, Healer Bombay…” He stated the obvious in a scared tone. Hannah frowned and stepped around the side of the bed. She reached a hand forward, pressing a finger against a boil on the wizard’s chest. Uggleham yelled loudly, roaring expletives directed at the healer that certainly didn’t have a soft touch. A thick black steaming puss started to spill from the boil.
“He’s reacted to something in the potion.” She told the trainee calmly. “Right now it’s seeping through his skin and burning his inner organs. The boils are accelerating this. What do you need to use to counteract this affect?”
The teenager stuttered, now frantic in comparison to the overly calm healer that had just told him he was killing his patient. Trainee Hanker glanced from his charge to Mordent, panic flashing in his eyes.
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“We’re not engaged.”
"What?!"
But she had no time to ask,
“The boils aren’t going, Healer Bombay…”
Bombay was prodding at the patient, and Elixa's mouth was hanging open until she saw the result and snapped it shut.
“He’s reacted to something in the potion. Right now it’s seeping through his skin and burning his inner organs. The boils are accelerating this. What do you need to use to counteract this affect?”
The trainee's eyes turned to Mordent who was watching this all keenly, her hands still gripping the glass the remedy had been provided in.
Think! She willed him from the foot of the bed, battling her own wish to yelp a possible answer for him, given the patient's pain and suffering.
"I'll get it." She uttered after what felt like seconds, "You just answer your tutor."
She returned seconds later with a large jar that was cool to the touch and pushed between the two of them without a word, hurriedly administering the slippy ice cool aloe vera[1] concentrate over the top of the patient's limbs with one hand before shoving the pot unceremoniously at the young healer pointedly to continue the job.
"Sorry." The apothecary muttered back over her shoulder to Bombay who she'd elbowed moments before. She didn't say whether she was apologising for that, interrupting the trainee or administering the treatment herself in frustration of the young wizard's hesitation.
"Closest to hand. What did you mean, you aren't? He told me himself you were the other day."
Glancing back she hissed,
"Don't forget his back. I can get more."
Well, a certain lanky linguist had some explaining to do...! Elixa only hoped Bombay's young healer charge learned quickly before he ended up in even more of a sticky pickle, and she didn't mean with the aloe, either.
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