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Apparently the healer dude didn't agree with that. Josh was about to open his mouth to ask something just when the dude yelled about a syringe. Syringe? What? Josh believed he didn't need anything to be injected to him. And he had barely looked and talked to him so how on earth could he decide he needed the injection. Josh Carter's paranoiac auror senses were alarmed now. While he still remained calm, he shot the healer dude a death glare. "If you get that syringe anywhere near me without explaining me your purpose with it and why i would need it, you will be the one who needs urgent care from all the healers here." |
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Did she just say INJECTED?! "Noooooooooooooo! No nO NO!" he whispered loudly, his hazel eyes as wide as galleons as he stared at the Healer who was tugging him towards a scary and dark place that was brimming with lots of syringes, most likely. Syringes meant needles and something POKING into his arm!!!!! ASDFGHJKL NO. "Can't you do this without injecting me?" Take him somewhere where there were NO syringes or needles, please! |
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Jasmine nodded and agreed with her. She wondered why she hadn't dropped dead yet. She still kept scratching and didn't say anything. The women was trying to be funny and it felt awkward for Jasmine. Jasmine didn't think it was nerves that was the cause for her. But he shrugged and gave her a kind smile even though she hated doctor appointment sort of things. |
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But she was playing nice at the moment, even if the woman was now miming at her. MIMING. It was creepy and gross, and Genevieve waved the woman off with one hand. "You were talking like this first. And I don't have a condition. I'm condition-free. Where are we going?" She did take a few careful steps, but she was moving slowly and uneasily. "There's nothing nonsensical about tea, either. It's a British pastime." Maybe the woman was new to the country or something. |
Slides in a day late with Starbucks A medical examination? It was loud and just being in the room was exhausting her... "Goodness, what am I getting myself into?" she asked herself, looking around at the commotion surrounding her. So loud...ugh. |
You lot are VIOLENT *tsks* SPOILER!!: Mr. Heart Attack and the Loopy Lady 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....? SPOILER!!: Lawrence 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. SPOILER!!: VIOLENT!Emily ... ..... "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 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? SPOILER!!: VIOLENT!Vic 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. SPOILER!!: VIOLENT!Alysson 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!" SPOILER!!: SYRINGE READY 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. SPOILER!!: Howell 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?" SPOILER!!: Jasmine O_O 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? SPOILER!!: Vivi "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. 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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. SPOILER!!: Cresswell 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? |
*joins late* Healers were not to be trusted. At all. Except for of course if you were injured, sick or dying. Legend Chosen however fit in NONE of this categories. Sauntering into the technology lounge late, (because why would he be on time if again, he was not injured, sick or dying) the blonde stood by the doorway and gazed around. "WELP! THAT WAS A NICE CHECK UP! FEELING ALL REFRESHED AND EVERYTHING." Believable right? Yeah? Yeaaaah? With THAT he turned, ready to make his way out the door. |
SPOILER!!: Ravaora It was clear his answer about clowns wasn't what was wanted. Pfft, it wasn't Simon's preference to hang around the sort to be crazy about them. To each his or her own, the auror thought, not a clue that he had a 'limited sense of humor' as was said. He met her gaze with his own attentive focus, careful to pay attention to everything that was said and done. "I was simply asking if you had a preference on a type of joke," Simon assured the woman. "No confusion. I just know all jokes aren't for everyone." That was his polite nature kicking in, he didn't want to behave like he had seen others do in their own search for laughs. "Because it tells on the winner." In fact revealing said winner, since the first one to catch the snitch was the winner of the match. |
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Yes, that was exactly what she wanted to hear right now. That and 'psychological diseases'. Alysson blinked and took a deep breath to ensure that she stayed calm. Or as calm as she could be right now. "Alright." What else was there to say? This woman was clearly insane and doubted that she was a real Healer. And what were those illnesses she kept on mentioning? Ones that could be healed by attending seminars. Wandastian Epitaph. Alysson nodded, already turning to leave the room. The sooner she got out of here the better. Or else the Healer might shove her and then blame some strange sounding illness for her falling to the ground. "Nice talking to you." Sheesh. She didn't even turn around to look at the other woman anymore but simply left the room - quickly too - with a small wave. |
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She looked around and saw that people was getting strapped down, and healers were calling for syringes. What was that for? "Is there some kind of outbreak that I should be aware of?" Why else would so many people need syringes going into their veins? Did he just check his watch? She wouldn't blindly take anything. Her thought process took a little while to work its way to a solution. Ainsley sighed. Deciding that she didn't want any problems, she took the vial, and sipped until there was nothing left. "There." She had done it. When was the calming agent supposed to kick in? "I don't feel any---" What was she so worried about? "What do you need me to do, m'dear?" This was nice. She had half of nerve to kick off her shoes, and put her feet up. |
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"Last I checked, I was perfectly healthy," she retorted, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. Who was she to tell her her own health? |
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SPOILER!!: Ravaora Silverkin Rambling? Since when did a good fashion sense equate to rambling? Had this woman no sense of style? "I'm not rambling. Can't a girl be excited about an amazing find!?" she even pouted a little for flair, but mostly she was just sticking her foot out to show off her heels some more. Maybe this woman didn't get a proper look? They were only THE BIGGEST fashion statement of the century!! And she hadn't even gotten any compliments all day. Pout. Stress? But she wasn't stressed... Just upset that the woman hadn't recognized high fashion. Not stressed. If anything, this person was the cause of her stress- which again she wasn't stressed okay!! It was just a little hot in here... That's why her makeup was getting a little oilier than normal. But she had some blotting strips in her handbag! So no big deal. "Um... Sorry?" she cocked her head to the side. What the heck was a verbal diarrhea and why would she have it? "Verbal Diarrhea sounds like ruhlly gross... I'm pretty sure I don't have--" Ew. She didn't want to say the grossness again, "that." Okay. What the heck was a Trelawnitis? This woman was actually just making things up. This was totally so unlike her normal checkups. Yeah. Maybe the ministry wasn't such a hot idea... Would Witch Weekly take her back again? "But uhuum, You never answered my question??" Was she certified or not. This was important. "I haven't lost faith in the world!! But I always put my faith and trust in the most capable person I know. Me." If she trusted anyone else to get things done, things wouldn't happen. Tiffany made things happen. Especially these heels, can everyone just taken a moment to appreciate them please!?! SHE STILL HADN'T GOTTEN ANY COMPLIMENTS, HEEEELLLOOOOO. |
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He felt like banging his head into a wall at this point. The longer this new Healer -- Ravendora or whatever -- talked, the more likely Willy was starting to feel like just playing dead. Maybe they'd send him to the morgue. It had to be better than this. Now what was she on about--- a SEIZURE?! HIM?!! "I've never had a seizure in my life!" William shouted, but of course with his head bound, it came out more like, "IMWECHUR NNNNN MYFFFFF!" Then he felt something poke him in the side, hard, and everything suddenly felt greaaaaaat and waaaaaaarm and happyyyyyy and peaceful. Ahhhhhhh. William's arms gently lowered to his sides as his eyelids drifted to a slow close. |
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"It was only half a year ago." He said matter-of-factly, not bothered by the fact that Ms. Healer was nearly yelling his ears off right now. He heard something about him dying and remembered how he thought that this health check would actually help. How stupid he was. O.O.P.S.. Trelawnitis. The advisor made a mental note about researching these terms up, not because he actually thought he had acute whatever that might be, but it might help with understanding the problems St. Mungo's Healers have. "So.. you want me to get out?" Lawrence asked, his green eyes swiftly darting to the door in front of him. "Then I better start acting now, to stop myself from dying." He walked quickly towards the door and reached the door. He needed to get out of here!! |
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"The what." Trelawney? Plenty of Trelawney cases he took over the years, and even though they were the odd bunch, he did not know they had a disease named after them. Oh she was coming at him with that green (?) liquid again. No. Vic held his hand up, stopping her. "As a citizen of the English Wizarding World, I refuse to take that syringe on the ground of my right to decline healing, unless my condition was attested by other two professional Healers." THERE. Now... could he go? He had things to say to EMILY. |
Text Cut: Ravaora Silverkin and Embeerr 'I'll save you, Love! Not to worry, this will only hurt an hour.' An HOUR? WHAT? NO. "I'm fine, I don't need-" Derek's eyes widened as he scooted further away from the healer, hand still up to keep a safe distance between them. The man quickly looked around to see what was going ON and then felt his head pounding big time. Ouch. He put one of his hands on the side of his head as he tried to work out what the hell was going on there when... Amber said hi to him. In a very... weird way. For the love of Damocles, what had that freak done to Amber?? Not that the girl was the most normal of people, but she was acting even weirder now. When blue-hair started giggling like mad, Derek had to stop himself from reaching for his wand. Maybe he was overreacting. He was indeed terrified of healers and that was probably why he was getting desperate.... right? Okay, he was fine. Nothing major was going on. It's okay, Derek, calm down. "No." The lab technician still told the healer when she asked him if he wanted to be 'happy and carefree of stress'. He was not getting any shots, thank you very much. He looked at Amber and tried his best to study her as he kept looking back at the healer. Suspicious Derek was very suspicious, even though he was trying to convince himself everything was okay. Was the woman---????????????? Was that an uncertain look on the healer's face?? "I'm fine, I don't need that." Derek told her again, looking from the vials to the healer as he tried to get up without looking too dizzy. It was bloody difficult, to be honest. "I don't need anything, I'm just going... to go." Please oh please oh please let him leave now. "You're coming, Amber?" He asked, his eyes still fixed on the healer just in case. Why, Merlin, why why why? |
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.................. ........................ Blabbering? Defensive? Okay, sure, she was a little defensive, but last she checked that didn't mean she required a shot. No. There would be no taking ANYTHING... she refused. For a moment it seemed as though the vile woman was finally understanding her, but then she continued scribbling and uttering nonsense along with it. Unstable. That was the woman's verdict to her wanting to be properly informed and examined and not simply given a cure for EVERYTHING. Yeah, right. "No, not the food court and frankly I don't see how any of this is helpful," she started, ready to leave. "Sorry to have wasted your time, but I won't be staying and subjecting myself to your company... I'll be speaking with Healer Epitaph on my way out." Because this Department Head was NOT happy with being told nonsense about mental stability based on the exchange of a few unreasonable words - mostly on the redheads behalf. Her own request had been founded in logic and delivered with as much respect as could be mustered for a fruitloop who sounds as if she might have escaped the loony bin herself. "And you might want to see a Healer yourself, you're a hypochondriac, and this makes you a danger in the workplace, you shouldn't be practicing." A hand visibly on her wand, Emily moved to leave the room, her eyes on the woman with the syringe as she did. There would be no way she was going to get stuck with that stuff. |
SPOILER!!: Poor D-rek and Loonytooon Healer Ember had to keep reminding herself that she wasn't at home, so she couldn't take a nap right now. Plus, the floor looked cold and hard and stuff. But she smiiiiled. Her brain was still fuzzy and she found her thoughts were soaring through time and space in a very random and quick fashion. Her thoughts of baking cookies when she got home were gone completely. Hmph. Odd. She had so been looking forward to that--oh well! She saw poor Derek trying to stand and held her hand out. "Take my hand, friend-" her voice was so full of air, Ember could have floated. "I--we can relax and go to yoga--come on--" she said, giggling again. Coming? Going? "Yeah--where are we going?" she asked smoothly, swaying a little as she tried to make a step towards him. "Can we do yoga?" she asked him, her lavender eyes wide...before turning her gaze back to the healer. "I think...I think he's okay..." she nodded and leaned on him. "See? He's fine....we can go...totally..." Yeaaaah wheeeeeee. |
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Excuse HER. "I'll have you know my vocabulary is not limited," he hissed stalking right after her. What was this? Insult Kennedy day? First, Cornelius experimented by spilling coffee on his pants, in that area where it should be dry. Luckily, he's a wizard. Then...THEN Danny throws a tantrum because Kennedy had to go to work at the same the child wanted to go on a bike ride. So many tears and, 'Keke, don't go!' It had broken this big man's heart. And now...now he was being told about some illness he never knew he had. He'd know, you know? Kennedy knew his body and well...he wasn't dying! "I'm not dying," he said, trying to keep his temper down. A gentleman must never raise his voice at a lady. "Could you just get this check up over with so I can prove to you that I'm fine." Please. He really just wanted to go get some coffee and doughnuts. His stomach rumbled at the thought of food. |
AMBRY WAS LATE! This was so embarrassing. Ambry was usually never late - well, never THIS late at least. She had even skipped her coffee, she was running so late. Usually she had least had a minute or two to stop at the coffee station before heading into a meeting fashionably late...but today was not one of those days. She was extremely thankful for her short hair this morning too - she'd just brushed it and run out the door, and she still looked SUPER fashionable, like she MEANT to have her hair all disheveled and such. As she had expected, the healing was already in FULL SWING as she wandered into the Technology Lounge. Millions of excuses ran through her head before she settled on one and flashed a bright smile at everyone. "Hello! So sorry I'm late - I got a bit lost trying to find this place," she explained with a chuckle. Yes, it was all the lifts fault, not hers! Tossing her bag on a nearby chair, she clapped her hands and grinned. HEALER MODE ON! "Alright, who needs to be evaluated?!" she asked the room at large. Quote:
It would also be the PERFECT opportunity to save herself from her EMBARRASSING late entry and make it look like she was hard at work this whole time. Yes, brilliant! She reached forward, grabbed the young man's arm, and sat him down in a chair. "Hello sir! My name is Ambry Jumptuft, and I'm here to do your mental health screening today. I can tell just by your appearance that you might be in need of some SERIOUS rest and relaxation," she said kindly, smiling at him in pity as she took in his appearance. Oh yes, this was a man who had been stretched thinner than butter! He was clearly stressed, and that just would NOT do. Nope. Not at ALL. |
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