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How long did that take? Maybe five seconds. Good Merlin. Oh no. Oh no oh no. Forget everyone else she'd seen since morning, THIS one needed her full attention the most. EXTREME MEMORY LOSS!! Poor thing. He must have had the hardest time even remembering where his own work station was. This was serious and would hinder progress with work. Can't work when you're dying, right??

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE SIR!!" Lest you drop dead the moment you leave this place. Sigh. Tragic, it was.



What was with everyone and this rambling illness? There may have been a dozen of them already diagnosed but the cases just kept coming in. Ravaora shook her head in obvious pity for this man. "Loquentes Ieiuniumtis." Plain as day on this one and they needed to begin before it was too late. "I can perscribe you a few potions and it'll be imperative you attend the seminars being hosted as it will be for your own good."

Was he understanding? Did he know his joke wasn't funny? Some down time would be needed here before he lost his limited sense of humour for good.

"Not to worry, it's curable and despite your accute trelawnitis accompanying the illness I daresay, with our help, you will live." WASN'T THAT JUST BRILLIANT NEWS??????



Ahhh, another life saved thanks to her. She'd be looking forward to seeing that one at her knitting seminar. They could get a few things out. Let the positive energy floooow through them together and slowly--yes, slowly because you couldn't rush the healing--everything would be alright.

"Do have a good day. Try to forget you're daying. It makes the O.O.P.S worse." BEAM.

Such a nice woman that one.



"That is called denial, Love, but not to worry, we'll beat it out of you in no time." Metaphorically of course. Everyone knew this healer preferred needles, they were her little friends and other were always so much nicer after she used them. That's what this place needed, a little nicer energy.

"You're obviously over worked and in such a stressful environment. It's not good for your complexion." Surely Ravaora wasn't the only one who saw this?

Merlin.



It wasn't very often that she had willing patients. Ones that could accept the news and actively seek to understand it. For this she was grateful. FINALLY someone that wanted to LIVE. "Pruritusism is characterized by scratching and fidgeting, the involuntary kind like what you've been doing, Love." For how long she'd been doing it, Ravaora didn't even want to know. All that mattered now was getting her back to the picture of perfect health.

"The anxiety can contribute toward it yes, but the anxiety is more commonly attributed to the O.O.P.S that you're suffering from."

Of course in the wake of all this tragic news there was still hope. "There are potions you can take and I expect you'll be at the seminar I'll be hosting. It'll will help take care of all that." Brilliant news wasn't it? Once again, thanks to Ravaora, this one would LIVE? "You're free to go unless you have other questions."



Oh? Spastic movements as well? It would start with the leg sticking out but it would spread, she was sure. Pretty soon arms would be flailing then her hips would randomly be thrust about from side to side until finally she was doing the hokie pokie without even knowing why. "Uncontrolled muscle movement." The Healer noted aloud for the benefit of patient. It was good she knew.

And with all that sweeting and the way her face was meeelting, did she really think the healer would let her off so easy?? On the verge of death this one.

She shook her head in stark disappointment. "You'll need this checked, it's a grave illness and has been known to take one a many lives even without the other diseases you're simply riddled with." And a dramatic roll of her eyes while she tried to make light of this tragic situation. It was all she could do to not sob on this young woman's shoulder, bawling about how much she'd miss her when she was gone. "I'll tell you what, you won't die. Come to the seminar and we'll make you better. Healer's honour." No one would get left behind. NO ONE.



That was rather considerate of her. Perhaps the girl knew she was a lost cause and thought Ravaora would have preferred spending time with the guaranteed to live. Such a trooper. It nearly jerked a tear or three. "I understand what you're doing and I assure you you're not that much a lost caused. I'd hate to say it but compared to everyone else here, you might be the most normal." It said so much. This place was RIDDLED with disease.

Ooo and such thought provoking questions! Signs of an active mind! Yes. Yes. She was liking what she was hearing afterall. "Cake is questionable. I would suggest sitting outside his door and enjoying, but no more than two slices to be on the safe side."

Still, no dining with death. You got bad reputations after.



The initial yelling had startled Ravaora. Mostly because people didn't yell that way when they had seizures but the worry slowly subsided as he settled in and drifted off. Just look how PEACEFUL he looked now. Brilliant what a syringe and some liquid she was unsure of could do and the Healer grinned broadly.

"He shouldn't pose much trouble to his life anymore. We have nothing to worry about." She assured his friend. SEE??? SHE WAS HELPING MORE THAN HIM!! Let her do her job, dammit!

"You're in my hands now Love." She said rubbing a hand against his perfect face. Such a nice structure...such nice arms...was this a firm chest beneath these clothes? "Perhaps I should take him back to my personal lab and keep him for observations." Because my oh my this one. Would Loranys mind sharing? She wouldn't be TOO greedy.

The Healer pulled him back into the examination room, secured his strappings more firmly then injected him once more. Now, now was waiting, face close to his, waiting for the majestic moment those dreamy eyes would open and he would be a calmer man. Ahhh.



SUCH FIGHT!! This one clearly wanted to live.

"That is exactly what you should do! Yes! Go! Relax! Live!" She didn't even need to tell him the rest. This was what she liked seeing, people taking charge of their own life. T'was beautiful to behold.

"Seminars will be held, we can help curb this condition." She walked to the door and held it open for him. "Take charge of your health and live."



Blah blah blah didn't crumble blah blah throwing things at him. "Do you usually blame others for your actions, Sir? I daresay it speaks to something a little more sinister." And that would, of course, require a few more shots. Surely he knew that resistance was futile? Did she have to spell it out to him?

"Trelawnitis, a distinct mistrust of others and situations that at some point causes action--action that you regret the moment you come to. It's a slippery slope I'd rather you not slip down."

Sigh, but it wouldn't be easy. Never easy with those from Law Enforcement. "There are three other certified Healers outside this room. I can have any of them come in and confirm then possibly have you sedated and attached to wires, or we can accept you're dying perscribe you potions and inform you of the seminar to be held." Such a hassle too. "We both know the better choice, living shouldn't be a chore."



Ravaora might have introduced this Derek fellow to her latest syringe until his friend here spoke up. The Healer smiled widely, happy that once again, her syringe had saved the day. Wasn't the world a better place when everyone just smiiiiiled??

"Oh yes, of course! Yoga will be an excellent means of reducing the severity of these illnesses. I know there will be a yoga seminar held and knitting as well! Come and unwind and together we'll ensure you all live happier and more productive lives."

Nothing to be done about these two anymore. They were already heading on to the healing process. "You may go." And remember to KEEP SMILING! It took years off your face if you'll believe it!



"Everything is most certainly not okay." Ravaora said with a stern expression. When someone was so gravely ill you didn't have time for nicities. "You, my dear, have an accute case of Confundosis and I fear the underlying cause may be Overwhelming Overtiredness Patient Syndrome." The chief cause of most illnesses in this place as she'd come to understand. Something needed to be done or they would all find themselves in an early grave, with her grieving at the tombstones. "There will be several seminars being held. See to it that you attend if you hope to get yourself cured." That should be enough, unless things got worse...



Ravaora gave a loud sigh and recapped her syringe. It wasn't to say this one was beyond saving but rather she would be speaking with Wandastian. The man may prove more persuasive. Nothing left for her to be done just yet. "There will be seminars. They'll help you with your condition. For your own sake I hope you show up without use needing restraints and further action." They could ask that she resign or be replaced with someone more stable. Surely the Minister wouldn't object. She needed to think this through.

"You are free to go." She walked to the door and held it open for her--"Ooooo, the Senior Underscretary is still here." Her and Loranys were still sharing as far as she knew. Save three hotties, marry two of them and keep the third for just in case.

Why was Emily still here? She...was clogging up the room.......



My my my. "Defensive as well. Quite the stage of illness you've reached." Ravaora idly tapped away at his cheek while she spoke. When things were this obvious, you hardly needed a check up. "I'd have to say Trelawnitis but you haven't got it bad and like with everyone else I've seen, there is still hope."

This is the part where he started hopping around the room at the blessed news that he would LIVE. Isn't that what people traditionally do?

"No need for further tests. You're gestures say it all. You're a right mess. O.O.P.S gets to the best of many of us. I can perscribe you a few potions and there will be seminars held about the ministry. Rest assured, we will get you back in tip top shape."

ANY QUESTIONS BEFORE YOU GO???



"Right right of course. We certainly won't be using those words." Whatever it took to keep this woman calm. You could never tell when one might snap in such a hostile environment and the noticeable tensing at the sight of the needle was enough to send Ravaora on high alert. If things got down to it, this one might need sedation. How she hated when it got to that.

"In any case, it sounds like you have Trelawnitis--a severe case of it to say the least." The Healer walked back to her desk and began scribbling. "Nothing we haven't cured before, not to worry."

As for sleeping enough, hah, she would not be falling for that one. Not at all. "Overwhelming Overtiredness Patient Syndrome is the likely culprit of your poor sleep. You should know this and seek to correct it while you can." So they were clear on that.

"You should know we'll be having seminars. Attend them. It's likely the only way you'll live given how advanced your illness has gotten." And yes, she was completely welcome. Ravaora was only here to help. Quite the saint she was.

The...the way her foot tapped. The spastic motion with which it moved. She was losing control of her limbs as well!! What was with this day???? Ravaora nearly fainted but for the sake of this one, she would have to be strong. "Your leg....how long has it been doing that???" Did she know they might have to cut it off???

This. Was. Serious.

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