He couldn't BREATHE?? Not to worry, she happened to have an injection for that as well, he just had to sit there and wait to be cured--not that she supposed he'd be going anywhere any time soon. Had him nice and snug on the floor with a nice view of his face to boot. "I'll save you, Love! Not to worry, this will only hurt an hour." And would be more easily administered now that his friend was better behaved.

SeeeEEEeEee one soul already on the way to recover. The woman was obviously tense a moment before, suffering under the heavy contraints of O.O.P.S but with that one shot, no one could deny the woman was already loosening up.

"In a moment you'll be JUST like your friend. Don't you wanna be happy? You like being happy and carefree of stress, riiiight?" Oh didn't everyone? It was such a lovely feeling to be had. One he needed too. Just look how panicked he was about his heart condition. Tsk tsk tsk.

Only question now was....was it the blue vile....or the yellow....?




The constant steps back, oh my, was he afflicted with that as well? It wouldn't surprize her in a place like this. Not at all. You could find some of the scariest diseases in the most professional of workplaces. It was all the confines, they were a breeding ground for stress.

"WHAAAATT??" Breath Ravaora, breathe. "That was ages ago! Can't you see you're suffering??? You need to get out! Out out out! See the world, might as well you're dying anyway!" Or no, she was not meant to think like that. They would not lose a single soul here, not while they could help it. "Oh sweet Love, so blinded by the disease. You have acute O.O.P.S and a the makings of what I'm afraid is Trelawnitis."

Change your ways SIR! It wasn't too late!! She would SAVE HIM.



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"Excessive babbling as well...and overly defensive...." Emily could say whatever she wanted but the more she spoke was the more she convinced this Healer that she was in dire need of medical help. Just listen to her disjointed train of thought that spewed into her speech nevermind how perfectly logical it MIGHT have been. "We'll have to find you something to take for tha--"

Ravaora pursed her lips as she regarded the Department and her harsh tone. "Resorting to threats and horrid thoughts of violence." More scribbling happened immediately following this. "A danger to self....and the others in workplace..." Definitely one to be watched. "Possibly unstable."

OKAY, notes taken. "So not the food court? Do you indulge in sweets?" Did she know she was getting the shot anyway?



Just LOOK at that defensive position the OBVIOUSLY TENSE Prosecuter had fallen in as he gave his heart felt confession. It was okay, she was right here, let it aaaalll out. Ravaora's heart went out to this one. "Fifteen years is a long time for everything to pile up. You don't have to worry, I understand. Overwhelming Overtiredness Patient Syndrome is no joking matter. Just look how it has you crumpled on the floor like that." Tragic it was tragic and she didn't know how much more her heart could take.

The stress obviously made him defensive as well, even more so than he was earlier. "And this Trelawnitis is going to need to be checked as well. It's okay, you can have your sister call you that whenever you want." In the slowest and most enunciated of speeches to be sure he understood.

Oh but what was THIS??? Yet another disease showing it's ugly head???? "Rambling. Loquentes Ieiuniumtis. You are a doomed man without us. Not to worry we're here to help, if you could just hold still we can start the healing then you may follow up with the various seminars we'll be hosting." Take the shot like a MAN.



Such sudden outbursts!! If she didn't know any better she'd have thought the woman was plagued with yet another illness but no, evidently she was shocked by the extent to which she was dying. No surprize her. The news wasn't the easiest to accept and even the normally prefectly composed Ravaora Silverkin would have been at the edge of her seat.

"There is nothing wrong with me but there is everything wrong with you and it would do you good to cooperate unless you want these psychological diseases getting worse."

Trelawnitis had always been one of the more annoying diseases, like now when the suspicion left the patient with two many questions. "If you must know he's Wandastian Epitaph and he'll do nothing but agree." With a flick of her wand the door burst open. "What part of me having lives the save don't you understand? Out!"



Ravaora had excellent hearing and what's even more she was ALWAYS prepared with a syringe so the moment Wandastian gave the call, the Healer leaped forward, THREE syringes in hand so he could take his pick. Somewhere along the line she'd gotten them mixed up but iit didn't MATTER because they ALL saved lives in one capacity or the other.

"We should give him all three just to be sure."

Never know what these people were walking around with.



Blink blink.

Forget the lie he told about being content with life--obviously it was a lie once you worked in the Ministry--what WAS his reaction to something as simple as a needle. It must have been all that pent up frustration. The anxiety. He was tensing up!! One step away from a seizure! DID SHE NEED TO STICK HIM NOW???

"Don't be so unreasonable Mr. Howell. This will only hurt a lot then it'll be over and done with." She led the way to the examination room, prepared to restrain him if necessary.

"So tell me, how long has this anxiety been building inside you? Eating away at your inner self and leaving you, the hollow shell on the outside?"



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And the scratching continued. No doubt about it, a worsening condition even as she sat there. How did she not know she was sick with the proof right there before her? "Nerves are a clear cut sign of Overwhleming Overtiredness Patient Syndrome, for which I am sure you are suffering." The fidgeting wasn't going unnoticed in case the woman had been hoping and it was only making Ravaora more concerned.

"The scratching is common too. Pruritusism. You'd be surprized at how common it is and it's usually linked to high levels of stress associated with the workplace."

Was she understanding?



"I was not talking like that," Ravaora corrected sternly, "you were talking like that and I was pointing it out." Good Merlin this girl was easily confused wasn't she? And quick to pass blame at that. This wouldn't do. It wouldn't do at all. "We're going to the examination room to see what we can find, diagnose and begin curing." She wasn't sure she was willing to peg this one for Confundosis just yet or Trelawnitis but anything was possible.

"There is something very nonsensical about wanting tea with death. He's not good with sharing and is always looking to take his guests home--NEVER HAVE TEA WITH DEATH!! Don't go home with him either, his curtains are hideous."

Step lively now young Miss. Ravaora stopped inside the room, waiting to continue the examination.

Checking her watch, Ravaora clucked at this one's tardiness. The evaluations were almost over, did punctuality mean nothing? Unless....unless this person didn't know how to read time and was perpetually lost when it came to time and places.

The POOR dear. How did she get around???

"This way, Love, it's okay. No worries, we'll take care of you now." The Healer ushered her over. This soul, like the others, WOULD be saved.



He was being silly, completely silly. Tsk tsk. Naturally the Healer would allow him to get back to his work but not just yet. "Oh come now." She said with the widest of smiles and a concealed syringe as she made her way over to him. "This will be brief, you have my word." And with that he received a jab to the arm. Just like that. How was he feeling now?