Approx. 12:35 pm.

Laying the bundle of files beside him on the floor, making a mental note to remember them when he left, Freddie flopped into one of the nearby chairs, breathing a heavy sigh of exhaustion as he did so. Though he was still out on the ward, he was in one of the darker corners, where a wall with a doorway met one without. As such, the light was dim enough that he could be found, but it would be difficult for anyone to spot him if they were in a rush. Glancing around, he noticed that there was no one in sight; though he could hear faint yelps of (most likely exaggerated) pain from a few corridors down. How strange...

This morning's shift had, after all, been teeming with patients; both those currently being kept in for ongoing treatment, and those who had just arrived. As such, his training had involved dealing and organising the patients coming into the floor, so as to give the fully licensed healers a chance to keep up with their complaints. He was well suited to it, and though the work had been heavy, he had only managed to break the nib of a quill when writing far too fast on the notes concerning a panicked young man who had managed to bounce a charm, which gave the victim a heavy bout of acne, off a mirror onto himself during practise. The 21-year-old had been seen to and cured in about 3 minutes.

Though the doctors were still hard at work, Freddie had been relieved by the kindly Vivian Bristlefly for an hour, in exchange that he would spend half of that time finishing her job of running a series of files down to the Creature-Induced Injuries ward and making sure they got organised correctly. Freddie was more than happy to oblige, particularly as he had begun to get confused and Vivian must have noticed that when she stopped him mixing up a file of a victim of a sneezing spell with a victim of bone loss. Freddie had explained it away as a lapse of concentration...

Closing his eyes for a second, Freddie took a few deep breaths and tried to judge the time. He had forgotten a watch, and he would have to guess when his half hour was up. The task of the files would most likely take longer than the 10 minutes he had originally estimated; these kind of jobs always did. He would need a good 30 to get down to the first floor and to find where they should all be placed. He rarely went down there, after all. His training was on the Spell Damage ward, and that was where he was, for the most part, expected to stay!

Outfit

Kia couldn't believe how stupid she was. After the incident with Fil and the subsequent fight with her father the morning after, Kia hadn't had her head 'all there'. A bad place to be when you spent your days working with beasts that could, and would, tear off a limb with ease. She was lucky that this wasn't the case. Instead, she had merely received a scratch from the tail of a Baby Horntail. By scratch, of course, she meant that it was almost to the bone and bleeding profusely. You had a habit of downplaying wounds when working in this industry.

She had apparated, with some assistance, to St. Mungos thanks to the loss of blood. Squeezing the wound to try and stop the flow, Kia was pushed and prodded through the doors, her comrade calling for a healer with little concern for protocol. "Calm down... It's a scratch..." She muttered, unaware that her words were slurred. He didn't listen as he pulled her towards the ever familiar Dai Llewellyn ward. They had just entered the surprisingly quiet hallways when they saw a young man with a shock of red hair and the familiar healer robes.

"Hey hey... You! Come here!" Elric yelled, causing Kia's already spinning head to spin a bit more, as he drug her towards the healer "You have to get her healed right away... she has lost a lot of blood..." Kia rolled her eyes, as best she could, and gave the Healer an exasperated look "It's a flesh wound..." She muttered flatly. Though, it was begining to throb a bit and her hand was quite sticky at this point.