Absit Omen RPG
Role-Play Boards => St. Mungo's => London => First Floor: Creature-Induced Injuries => Topic started by: Dreogan Eleor on March 29, 2011, 12:32:32 PM
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10 pm
Dreogan watched his little brother's fingers twitch in his sleep and heard the sound of the stifled whimper. Dreogan fretted, easing forward in his chair a little to make sure nothing was out of place. It wasn't; though it would have been logical to suppose that Adon was in a fair amount of pain, even when asleep. "Oh, Adon," Dreogan sighed.
Adon's eyelids flickered and he slowly tilted his head on the pillows, smiling dopily as he registered who was with him. "R'yewlrigh?" Adon slurred.
Dreogan's smile was placed with such practised precision that even Adon, in his drugged state, was not sold. He frowned, but Dreogan insisted, "I'm fine, Donnie."
"Look like someonesss," Adon hesitated here, eyelids fluttering shut for one moment too long; Dreogan thought he might have fallen asleep before, abruptly, Adon pressed on, "'crewed with your cat."
Dreogan's laugh was silent as he expelled his breath through his nose, shaking his head. "It's worse than that."
"Kiva-Katz?"
Dree looked down at the floor, trying to think of what he would do if it had been Kiva. In a moment, he decided he'd have killed the assassin himself. Adon was looking at him, expectantly, with a more focused expression than he'd seen in the past three days. "No, Donnie, Kiva's--"
"Give them hell," Adon said simply.
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8 am
"Oh," Dreogan said, holding his hands up in surprise as he entered to see a red-headed mediwitch massaging Adon's biceps and arms. He wasn't exactly sure what this was accomplishing, but he gave a slight smile, anyhow. "Didn't know you were in here with a lady, Adon. You couldn't have left a sock on the door or anything?"
From over her shoulder, the mediwitch cast him a disapproving glance. Adon gave a muffled whimper and tried to shift away, shutting his eyes tightly against the pain. "Massages help the potion circulate through the body. Since the venom and the adverse reaction has spread throughout the entire body, it's crucial," she said primly.
"Yes, of course," Dreogan said with a bit of a blush. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean -- One of these times, it'll be funny to him," Dreogan promised. And then, it would be worth the awkward descent to Adon's sexual humour. The mediwitch gave a skeptical shrug of her shoulders and moved on to Adon's calf. Adon gasped and Dreogan turned away to keep from intervening. He took a moment to compose himself.
"Any progress?" he asked.
"Yes, he's stable now," the mediwitch said, her tone softening somewhat. "Though not much progress from your last visit." For better or for worse, Dreogan had been a nearly-constant presence in the hospital room. Once it hit 5:10, he was sure to be there. A departure to have dinner with the wife at 7:30, a return at 10:30 and then, leaving at 6:00 in the morning to clean up and go to work for the day.
And when Dreogan wasn't there, his mother was. Mungo's had seen its fair share of overprotective, overinvolved families. This one was, most certainly, memorable. They'd swooped in with a sense of entitlement that was both endearing and frustrating to staff and personnel. The family'd moved in a plush green sleeper sofa, a record player, and two foldable chairs to, optimistically, add to the three already in the room. Thus far, however, there hadn't been a shortage of visitors. "We hope, in a couple of days, that the venom will be out of his system entirely. Then he'll just be recooperating; he won't need to be here for that."
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7pm
Adon gave a quiet, wavering sigh as the red-headed mediwitch -- whose name was not Patty -- began to work on his right forearm. "Still sore?" she asked, brows knitting in concern. That didn't sound good.
"Hmm?" he asked, cleverly.
"You don't hurt anywhere else?" She was examining his hand closely, turning it over in hers.
"There's the worst."
"Is this your wand arm?"
"Yes."
"And what hand do you use for wandless magic?"
Adon looked at her for several moments, trying to find the answer somewhere in her expression. He didn't know how to answer this one. It didn't, somehow, seem the right question. "You don't. . . with wandless magic, you don't. . .You just, you don't gotta, I mean. . ." Adon was too tired for this. He closed his eyes and swallowed, feeling, for a moment, only the pillows supporting his head. He tried to remember what the question had been. "You don't use anything," he stated irascibly. "It uses you."
"You mean wandless magic uses your hand?" Her voice had a patronising tone bordering on confusion. At least it was confusing him.
"Everything you've got." Adon sighed and sunk back into the pillows, cringing slightly as she ran her thumbs across his right hand and pressed into the tender bit of flesh between the thumb and pointer finger. He groaned and let loose a Hebrew expletive.
She pulled away. Adon could tell from her reaction that this had not, exactly, gone quite as planned. Adon didn't care. The pain had stopped and that was beautiful. So very beautiful. She wasn't so bad looking either, really. And she always came on time with those potions that stopped the pain. She had an entire day named after her, after all. She was a saint.
"You're too good to me," he slurred, grinning.
She smiled a little sheepishly as she began to place the used potions vials back in their stand. "It's just my job, Auror Eleor."
"Marry me?"
She smiled as she tucked some hair behind her ear.
"Why are you laughing?"
"You'll know in a couple of hours; when that potion begins to wear off."
The reminder of the potion wearing off was enough to cause him to sigh. He didn't want that. He wanted to sit in this room all day with this mediwitch, giving him potions that made the pain stop and made him higher than a Quidditch hoop. But he had an idea.
"My hand still kind of hurts."
"I know. I'll go check with Healer Bombay about that."
"No! Not the Dead-Doctor," he protested, attempting to reach his hand out. He let it drop onto his leg powerlessly. "What about some more potion instead? I mean, it really hurts."
The mediwitch was shaking her head. Moloch! he sighed. Women could be so -- why did they always -- why did they do that?
"Pardon?" the mediwitch asked.
"What?" he asked, running his hand over his face in exhaustion, remembering only too late that it hurt.
Whatever it was she'd been asking about, she seemed to have forgotten, because she was once more holding his hand. Which hurt. He sucked in through his teeth.
He heard two knocks at the door. He flopped his head to the left on the pillows so he could see who it was.
"Adon -- I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd be in here with a girl. Couldn't you have left a sock on the doorknob or something?"
The witch sighed, but Adon grinned toothily. "Dreeeee," he began before the fit of laughter began. He realised, after a time, that it had lasted, judging from both Dreogan's and the mediwitch's faces, about 10 seconds too long. But he couldn't stop. It was just too damn -- "Dree," he began again, taking a deep breath, which was broken by heavy breathing, "you are the funniest person that I know."
"Wait. . . are you joking?"
Adon burst out into more laughter. The dumbfounded expression on Dreogan's face was just too damn --
"Oh, man, brother." He managed between intermitten laughter. "Man, oh, man."
He watched Dreogan situate himself in one of the soft chairs with the awful floral patterns they kept in here. "Why are these chairs so ugly? My grandma'd have better--" He looked towards the mediwitch for a scientific explanation, but she was gone. "Where'd. . .?"
"Your marriage proposal scared her away."
"Oh," he said quietly. "Wait. How'd you know?"
"You've proposed to two healers -- one male -- Jacoba, Maggie, and mum."
Adon cringed. "That's awkward."
"She said yes."
"Shit! Which one?"
Dreogan grinned. "All of them. You know, I may be the only visitor you haven't proposed to. I'm a bit offended."
"Missed your chance, brother. The stuff's wearing off. She going to come back with more?"
"I don't think so," Dreogan said. He waited a moment before asking, "I'm really the funniest person you know?"
"Wait, what?"
Dreogan sighed and shook his head. "Thought so."