You know things were nothing but serious when Loranys began yelling and nevermind she was usually loud, things were usually bad. In this world people were dropping dead like flies. Pardon her best friend for actually being able to understand this. "Yes, just look at his eyes and the faint movements. How long has he been paralyzed?" Still not noticing the straps. So complacent, death tended to do that to you.

She would take care of him.

Wait, know? OHHHH!!! KNOW!! "I DO! I DO KNOW! YES! This must be done, fear not Loranys I'll be picking up my gown and taking up the maid of honour spot by the weekend!" SHE KNEW! Knowing was important. What was this unprofessional to which she spoke? True love was happening!

And she brought some potion! "Brilliant! I feared I was running out! Do you KNOW how many people have needed shots??" None that sat still to take them but that wasn't the important part.



OOooOOOOOOoooOo

Easily excitable...."Rambling...." Ravaora noted, taking to her clipboard to get this written down. Don't mind her while she observed, she was only taking notes to make Miss Pryce healthier. "Loquentes Ieiuniumtis, no doubt about it, can't be anything else. The stress, it's obviously caused a bout of verbal diarrhea." Now where did she put that syringe? Open and closed case this one.

But then the questions that spewed out as a result of the condition. These were a different case entirely......ah yes, yesss, she saw it now and it was just as tragic if not a little more deadly. "Trelawnitis as well--tell me, how long ago did you stop trusting people?? You must not lose faith in the word, Love."

Not to mention the slow hand movement. Of course. "Impaired motor skills. It only confirms it." No doubts in this Healer's mind.



Ehhhhhhhhh?? o_O

Ravaora moved as close to the man as she possibly could. That muttering thing he was doing....was it a long term habit or...something contracted once he got here? Stupid question, this was the place of evil. He got it here. That was the only option.

"I need you to tell me the last time you had a vacation. Clearly you're too stressed for your line of work." Could it be? O.O.P.S maybe but she would hold that verdict just a little longer.



GOOD MERLIN he was losing vocal function!! HAD HE LOST THE ABILITY TO SPEAK??? Without ceasing her pumping she looked the overly excited man in the eyes. "Speak to ME! Are you still with me?? You will not DIE?" Not while Ravaora Silverkin was on the case and judging by her current position, she was VERY MUCH on this case and SAVING HIS LIFE.

Just look how excited he was at the prospect of living! Hardly able to utter a word!!

But then the other one happened. "ExcuuuuUuuuUse YOU!" Ravaora slowed her pumping but would NOT stop for this woman. "I AM SAVING HIM AND YOU ARE BEING LOUD AND FRIGHTENING HIM. Take a number and wait to be addressed!!" How was she meant to save lives in this in these conditions.

"I'll need you to slow your breathing, Sir. It's not very comforting and I must concentrate..." Something in her hair, something from the woman who was obviously having a mental breakdown. In one calm, swift motion she jab a syringe into the woman's leg. Only a mild sedative....or had she not diluted that one?

Teehee silly her.



That was it? They were just okay? That hardly inspired confidence in the Healer and her tsking said as much. "Limited sense of humour." She muttered. Not liking clowns well PFFFT to you Sir, they probably didn't like you either. It was a tough life for the painted faces amongst them and people like him did nothing to make it better. FOR SHAME.

Her sharp eyes fixed on him. Was he asking questions at a time like this? She asked for a joke, not an interrogation. This one was Law Enforcement. It figured everything was an investigation. "Easily confused...asking questions when asked for jokes...." More muttering to herself really while she continued to jot, but sure, she'd throw him a bone.

"Why is it, Mr. Bennett?" If she wasn't laughing within the next five minutes she was smacking some green sticky notes on this one's head too




A mirror? As it so happened, Ravaora DID have a mirror. "Hold that thought." Crossing the room, the rummaged around in her bag for a minute then pulled up a small palm mirror. "You have have a look for yourself." And as casual as anything else in the world she reached over and gave the woman a nice smack to the cheek and a pinch. There, nice and rosie and full of colour again. Here you go, Love.

"Well why wouldn't I be sure? I've seen these signs and symptoms before. Luckily you aren't the worst I've seen and you could certainly be worse but we're here to make sure that never happens." BEEEEAAAMMMM. Merlin, saving lives was such a fulfilling career. She could see herself doing this the rest of her life.

As for suggestions..."That's the best part! Remember the reformation I spoke of earlier? We'll be running several little seminars to get everyone back on the right track. You will need to attend if you want these symptoms brought under control and I can have something prescribed. Now then, please leave so I can save someone else from the greedy clutches of death." ^___^



Could it be? The first cooperative soul all morning?? "Oh myyyyyy, I do like the sound of that." It didn't seem like anyone in this place was on their side, despite how much they were here to HELP SAVE BLOODY LIVES. How hard was it to understand they were all dying?? Surely it wasn't so difficult they couldn't wrap their minds around it.

Only..."Why are you talking like that, Love?" That slow, well enunciated method of speech? Was it possible she suffered the same speech defect as the person who'd swung by earlier? "How long has that condition persisted? I'll need you to come with me." Again, she must have ben speaking too quickly. Gah, Ravaora when will you learn. To atone for her insensitivity she made gesturing motions that surely the young woman would understand.

While she walked she made other little jottings and notes. "Nonsensical speech and a welcoming feel of death..." Mhm. Clearly a whack job. The 10th they'd have all day, yet so cooperative. The Healer feared she wouldn't even need her trusty needle this time around.



Honestly she wished this one would stop trying to assure himself that he was fine. Evidently he was not or he would not be needing a seeing crup but NO he wasn't thinking about that, too busy asking for a second opinion. "I have NEVER been more OFFENDED in ALL MY LIFE." She informed him, eyes bright with something...something but what?

"Second opinion--oh...oh oh oh...." OooOoOOoo truthfully she should have seen this coming, Overwhelming Overtiredness Patient Syndrome wasn't the only thing this one was suffering from. His lack of trust made it all so clear. "Trelawnitis. There's no mistaking it. The lack of trust, the denial, everything is there." They had come prepared for such cases as well ah but there he went worrying about another patient in HER care.

"We have this under control. I will not be letting Loranys' husband to be die on my watch, you have nothing to fea--"

Hang on....the incoherent speech...the twitching even if it was to get his wand and all that rattling from side to side that she wouldn't admit was a method os escape. "HE'S HAVING A SEIZURE!! This is all YOUR fault." She flared at the first man. "You frightened him!" Immediately she pulled a syringe from her coat pocket and jabbed him with it.

There. Oh wait. Wait. Hold the snitch. What did that one do again?



Disjointed speech. Hmmm. Very curious. Where had she seen this before? Possibly in someone from earlier which meant she clearly had ways of dealing with it and they could get to that the moment they were in the room and the proper exams could begin.

"Limited vocabulary." She commented idly, as if she'd just told him what colour his own hair was. "Obviously comes and goes but for how much longer?" Always that question. How much longer indeed.

Highly suspicious as well. It must have come with the job. The stresses of Law Enforcement could get to anyone and this was much like his companion was crumbling under the weight. "Insurance? Are you being haggard? You've been told before that you're dying, haven't you?" How did one live with SUCH STRAIN??



Department Head? SHE WAS ON IT!!

"Ravaora Silverkin, Love, I'm here to save your possibly bleak and meaningless life and show you the joy of living once more. If you'd just come with me we can have you checked and injected and released in no time." Granted she didn't know whether or not she'd actually NEED her trusty syringe but heh, that hadn't stopped her today, just ask any of her other patients.

Without waiting for his consent, Ravaora grabbed hold and began tugging. These got priority and his face got him extra priority. Why did the pretty die young??

Not THIS one! Not if she had anything to do about it and him...and that other one...and Loranys' future husband....and the one with a heart attack. The Ministry was a gold mine.



The fidgeting was nothing if not a tell tale sign and Ravaora was already scribbling. "Are you uncomfortable? Is the seat not comfy enough? WHY ARE YOU SCRATCHING?" She was scratching because the Healer said so and the woman didn't have eyes like Ravaora so what would she know.

"A year's a long time. It's AGGGGEEESS and a wonder you haven't dropped dead in the mean time with everything going on." Weren't they all walking miracles? Defying the odds in ways she never thought they would. It was impressive and a little scary to think about as well.

"It must be the nerves. Fear of returning to poor working conditions."



What did she MEAN she didn't know??? Ravaora's eyes widened to an astonishing level and the word panic could be seen across her face if someone looked hard enough. "Oh no oh no oh no. Tragic! Worst than even I had imagined. You don't KNOW?? No no no!" She might have been the first confirmed case and what's worse...

No. Reactions.

"Limited to no reaction to stimulus." She commented as her poking and prodding came to an end. Sweet Merlin, this one was messed up in all the ways. Something...needed to be done....