Room 3 of the Hospital Ward and Healing Area
 

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OOC: Before posting in this thread, you must first have been called back by Healer Ashford. To be seen by the Healer, please post in the Check-in Area for Patients first then in the Waiting Room for Patients and Visitors.

Upon entering the Hospital Ward and Healing Area (either on foot or via mobilicorpus‎), you'll come upon a long hallway that eventually forks into two different directions. You'll want to proceed to the right, the direction that will take you to the Healing Area. Healer Ashford will be waiting for you. It is in the Healing Area that you'll receive the medical attention that will hopefully heal you right away and send you back to classes and your everyday life.

If, however, you aren't able to be healed right away and your character is in a rather serious condition, Healer Ashford will escort you (or utilize mobilicorpus‎) to the Hospital Ward. It is in the Hospital Ward where you will receive further medical attention that will surely heal you and get you back on your feet.

OOC: Once your character is seen and tended to, Healer Ashford will deem them "well" and able to return to classes/everyday life. If your character continues to suffer from repeat conditions, it's likely that he or she will be admitted into the Room for Quarantined Patients. If this happens, you will be temporarily placed in the "Quarantined" user group, and your posting in the school will be temporarily limited to the "Quarantined" thread only.

Having taken the cloth from the Healer with a small smile, Jake had wandered through to the room 3... place... thing with his head bowed and the totally bloodied handkerchief Dylan had lent him tucked into his other hand. Now he was without Lawson or Dylan, he was feeling... pretty nervous.

But he'd deal with it.

"Oww," the boy whispered to himself, pressing the cloth gingerly to his nose.

Walking into the room behind Ellie and Jake, Marcus lent up against the wall so as to not get in Ellie's way.

"It's okay Jake, I'm here. Ellie, will take good care of you." This was the first time he had actually met the healer but she was good friends with Iliana, so that made her good friends with him.

Oh great he wasn't about to be left alone with sick people. Most of them seeming to be unconcious. Who did that nowadays? No smart person should be unconcious, you miss all the hot ladies that way. Like the Healer. She was quite cute. Not as cute as Hot Lawson, but sufficient enough. He stood up from his seat in the waiting room. Damn, Awesome Lawson was here. That meant that he had to pretend he had bust his ankle again.

He hobbled to the room Jake seemed to have been placed in. He peeked his head round the corner. "Ummm do you mind if I join? I kind of have nowhere to go. And I want to check Jake is ok."

As the injured boy made his way into the healing area, Gabriella patted the edge of the hospital bed, directing him to sit there so she could examine him. She slid a trash can over to the side of the bed and pressed her foot down on a little pedal. When the lid popped open she said, "You can toss your clothes here. You won't have any need for them soon," she said.

When Marcus spoke up and announced that all would be fine because he was now here, Gabriella was positive the two were related. Cousins, maybe? Uncle and nephew, perhaps? Not the one to be nosy, Gabriella pushed the matter off to the side and instead spared a smile for Marcus. "Thank you, Marcus" she said.

She started to make her way to the cabinets, when the sound of a door opening caught her attention. She spun around to see the Slytherin boy who'd been chatting with Mr. Upstead in the waiting room. She considered turning him away, but when she saw that he was limping, she figured he might actually be injured, as well.

"Come on inside. You can take a seat on the bed just next to Mr. Upstead," she said, nodding towards the bed she was referring to. "Are you injured?" She eyed Marcus, wondering if he knew anything of the Slytherin boy's injury, as well.

With a small pout, Jake looked over at Lawson and wished the man wouldn't stand so far back. The boy did as he was told and threw one of the cloths in the bin... but the other belonged to Dylan... he wouldn't throw that away.

Wide-eyed and oh so scared (magic to the face was a scary thing) Jake stared at the Healer, pale and trembling.

Dylan smiled. Yay he was allowed to enter. He limped over to the bed, and hopped up onto it. Lawson was watching, so Dylan had to wince a bit. Not too much though. Didn't want it to seem too fake. He shook his head, "Nothing to serious. I can handle it." Yep yep. Play down the fake injury. Hopefully she wouldn't check.

Noticing the pure fear exhibited on the Upstead boy's face, Gabriella grabbed a hold of her stool and slid it closer to the bed. For now, she had no wand raised or no potion in hand. Her first goal was to calm poor Jake. "I'm going to rinse your face with a warm cloth first," she said. Sure, she could use magic, but what child enjoyed a wand to the face while suffering from trauma and a possible broken nose?

Once she'd wet a cloth and squeezed the excess water from it, Gabriella said, "Now if you get uncomfortable in any way, just squeeze my arm a little." As soon as the words left her mouth, she shook her head, indicating she'd changed her mind. "How about you just pat the table instead, hmm?"

Without glancing away from Jake, Gabriella replied to Dylan's comments about tending to his own injury. "You're ankle seems to be twisted, or at least that's my best guess without examining it first," she replied. "Marcus? Would you mind taking a look at Dylan's ankle, while I tend to Jake?" She certainly didn't want a child leaving out the Hospital Wing injured!

Shaking only ever so slightly, Jake was about to nod his head before he thought brletter of it and whispered "Yes" instead. He wouldn't pat the table, no matter how how painful it got, but the boy braced himself anyway.

Hearing that Lawson was going to tend to Dylan's ankle, Jake's eyes briefly widened in alarm. But then it left again and Jake just stared Nervously at the Healer.

This... would hurt. He knew it.

In fact... It did already.

"Hurts."

When Jake revealed that the rinsing of the blood was hurting him, Gabriella withdrew the cloth. She was done cleaning him up anyway. She couldn't imagine why someone would want to do this to Jake on purpose, but she said nothing of that matter. She knew Marcus had probably already taken care of things.

She tilted her head to the side as she examined Jake's nose. It was indeed broken, but she felt it useless to say that aloud. Of course he already knew that much. He already felt that much. "Alright, Jake, close your eyes. When they're closed, I want you list any ten magical creatures you can think of," she said. She knew it sounded random, and she knew he'd probably find it silly; but she also knew him seeing a wand pointed directly at his face would make him even more nervous than he already was.

Marcus had to stifle a snort as he watched Dylan hobble over to the bed. The kid was definitely a good actor but he had been a teacher for 4 years now and he knew when someone was faking it. If the boy had wanted to get out playing football, he should have just said. Marcus could be reasonable when he wanted to be.

When Ellie suggested that HE take a look at Dylan's ankle there was definite smirk on his face as approached the bed. "Of course Ellie" he said as he stood in front of Dylan and looked down at the boy. "Hmm it's the left ankle right?"

Looking over to Jake, Marcus gave him a reassuring smile. "You're gonna be just fine Jake. It can't be as bad as what we went through when we went camping." There had been quite a few injuries during those three days and yeah okay most of them were Marcus' fault but he wasn't going into that right now.

A competent camper...he was NOT!

Why was Lawson smiling? Was he laughing at Jake? Laughing at his pain? Did he put Josh up to it? Did he like the fact that Josh had hurt him?

All these thoughts ran through Jake's head as he stared at the man, his brow creased in worry, feeling himself rock back and forth to comfort himself (by this point the Healer wasn't touching his nose).

Unable to say anything for fear that his voice might go all wibbly and upset, Jake just blinked and looked back at Ashford.

Breathing quite heavily (through his mouth of course) and close to panic, Jake tried to stop himself rocking and do as he was told. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt his fingers grip the bed real hard.

"Unicorn," he muttered to himself, kind of crazily. "Unicorn, wwwwhite, pure, unicorn free..."

Okay... slightly calmer...

"Sphinx... luhh-lion, evil. Lion. Evil lion. Puh-pain."

Erm... maybe not.

"Thestral, death, thestral, see death, death, Set, Kyle, Helios, Abby, death death death..."

Oh Merlin, he was running out somehow.

"Snidget..."

Hearing Jake's words, Marcus immediately moved away from Dylan and stood in front of Jake. "Okay that's obviously not working" he said faintly, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Jake I want you to close your eyes and remember the time we went to the beach. Now concentrate, can you hear the sound of the waves? Feel the sand between your toes and the sun on your skin." He looked over to Ellie and indicated that she should do what she had to...and quickly.

Despite how concentrated she was on tending to Jake's nose, Gabriella managed a small smile when Marcus agreed to help. "Thanks," she said, not wanting to carry on too much conversation while about to raise a wand to someone's face. She wasn't sure if Marcus knew how to heal hurt ankles, but even if he didn't, he could at least check up on it while Jake was being healed.

At the sound of the first creature, Gabriella raised her wand to Jake's face. She swept it in a circular motion around his nose while silently casting a spell. His nose slowly began to shift its way straight, and all seemed okay until a Sphinx was mentioned.

Jake's nerves must have halted process, because the shifting stopped, and Gabriella had to whip her wand around in two quick circles to get things moving again. The Thestral mention didn't help matters much either.

"Playful creatures, Mr. Upstead. Creatures that make you happy...," she mumbled. Snidget worked extremely well, for the nose made quick process then. A slight popping noise was heard, which sort of made Gabriella wince. It was a necessity, though...the sound of the bone beginning to pop back into place. She spared another smile towards Marcus, who was being really helpful when it came to his...nephew, cousin, relative? If thinking of the beach would help, Gabriella was all for it.

Dylan nodded, "Yep left ankle." Was it the left ankle? He eyed the Professor. He wasn't calling him out was he? Nah he wouldn't know. Even if he was smirking. Man he was awesome. "Hurts so bad. But like I said. I can handle it. Rest and an ice pack will take the edge right off."

Being so immersed in his thoughts about creatures (ironically, he really liked Thestrals), Jake jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder and his eyes snapped open. Guh, he hated being a difficult patient... but still...

The beach... yes... he could do that.

Jake closed his eyes once more.

Yes. He could hear the waves... but he could only feel pain... and a weird sensation in his nose, as if the feature was play-doh that was being remolded...

Weird.

The boy was just trying to remember what it had felt like, the first feel of sand, when a popping noise (which in his opinion was LOUD) was heard, and Jake's eyes snapped open. That had freaked him out. Jake reached for the man's arm and squeezed it tight.

Feeling... queasy...

"Oh right, cause I coulld have sworn you were limping your right ankle in class." Marcus looked at Dylan with an innocent look, "But I could have been mistaken." He gave the boy a wink and conjured an ice pack with his wand. "Here you go Dylan, just make sure you put that on the correct foot."


Marcus didn't even flinch when Jake squeezed his arm but he did look at the kid in alarm when his face turned a faint shade of green. "Please tell me you're not going to vomit?"

He looked over to Ellie as if to say 'do something.' Because he did NOT want to be vomited on. Marcus could handle a lot of things but being spewed on was not one of them.

Dammit. He was being called out. "You were looking at me from the other direction. You must've done." He smiled back at the Professor, rather innocently. He placed the ice pack on his left foot. Pulling out his wand his secured it in place, but not before creating a warm layer between. Didn't want his foot to get frost bite now. "Thank you Sir. I should be better soon."

Gabriella jumped back a bit when Jake's eyes flew wide open. Her wand was still circling his nose, but at the same time, she realized it might not be a bad idea to drop it for a moment and take three giant steps backward.

"He's going to vomit," she half-whispered, confirming what Marcus feared. Of course the boy could prove them both wrong, but at this moment, the outlook wasn't brilliant.

Gabriella glanced at Marcus, and automatically she understood just what he was saying---or not saying, actually. Words weren't needed this time, though. Dropping her wand, Gabriella snatched the nearest trash can and placed it, as gently as possible, into Jake's hands. There were some things magic just wasn't fast enough to catch, and the sudden urge to vomit was one of them.

However horrible the situation, Gabriella thought it best to go ahead and complete the mending of Jake's nose. The boy would feel much, much better once that part was behind him. Besides, she imagined vomiting would be far more painful with the strain of the half-broken nose added to it. Acting quickly (before he could vomit all over her), Gabriella circled his nose a few more times, a final pop sounding as she did so.

Dylan heard vomit. Oh no no no. That was not going to happen. Not around him. He hated it. He needed to get away from the vomit as quickly as possible. He jumped down from the bed he was perched on, with a crack. His right leg crumpled beneath him. You have to be kidding me! Is this punishment for faking a sprained one??? "Ow," he whimpered, from his place on the floor. At least he couldn't see any vomit from here. He could just hear it.

Jake, as seemed to be his custom here today, didn't say anything. He FELT sick, as though he might vomit or whatever, but he sincerely hoped he didn't. The boy just continued squeezing Lawson's arm and swayed a little. That was such a nasty sound from his nose.

But he wouldn't be sick if he could help it. No way.

When the whatever was pushed into Jake's hands, the pale boy kept his lips pressed firmly together. No he would not do that... Noooooo...

The next popping sound, however, made him WANT to be sick and all the rest. As it was, Jake pulled his feet up onto the bed and hugged his knees to his chest, dropping the trashcan but still not letting go of Lawson.

At least his nose was fixed.

"Ughhhh..." Jake groaned, disliking this current feeling. Evil Gryffindor...

Well... he hadn't been sick.

At the sound of a sudden crash, Gabriella jerked her head around. She blinked in astonishment when she saw Dylan sprawled out across the floor. She winced when she realized what must have happened. "Oh, Merlin," she mumbled. "A simple ice pack surely won't cure that, Mr. Denver."

Without wasting a single second, Gabriella levitated Dylan onto the bed next to Jake. It looked like he'd have to go through the same process his friend just went through.

When Jake groaned in pain, Gabriella turned her attention back to him. At least it didn't look like he was going to vomit anymore. That was a small sign of things progressing in the right direction. "You should probably sit there for a few minutes before getting up and trying to walk around the room," she advised. Wandwork on the face was a definite cause of dizziness.

Come to think of it, though, Jake might feel better not having to sit through Dylan's healing process. "If you don't think you can stand to sit through seeing the same process being done on Dylan, though, you may leave. Only if you take things slowly and watch your step, though," she added.

Turning back to Dylan, Gabriella quickly examined his leg and determined that yes, it was indeed broken---in several places, as a matter of fact. She casted the same charm on him that was once casted on Jake. The only difference, though, was that the circling of the wand was directed towards Dylan's leg.

Ok so Dylan had done a stupid attempt at escaping. He had attempted to escape for no reason. Jake hadn't even been sick. How dare the two teachers suggest vomiting if it wasn't going to happen. "Well we can try and get it healed by ice pack," he said, eyeing the pain that Jake went through. He was levitated back onto the bed. "I think I can walk now," he nodded, trying to get up off the bed.

Oh Merlin NO. No, he HATED any and all hospitals... he was sooooo out of here. The last thing he wanted was to hear the click of Dylan's leg mending. Soooo, they boy jumped straight down from the bed and swayed a little, gripping Lawson's hand harder as he did.

Looking dazed and confused, Jake looked up at the man with a pleading look. He needed to talk to the guy anyway, and he didn't want to leave on his own... since he felt icky anyway.

"Thuhh-thank yyyyyou," he mumbled, talking to everyone in the room.

Oh... he needed to go. One look at that leg was enough to make him nearly swoon...

Oh thank god Jake hadn't vomited because Marcus hadn't felt like being the next patient. He'd spent enough time in here as it is. His first year at Hogwarts had seen him in here as a patient on more than one occasion.

And it seemed that every time he ran a class, a student or two needed to go to the hospital wing. Not sure what that said about his teaching methods.

Just as he was heaving a sigh of relief, Dylan was on the floor and there was quite a loud crack.

Hmm...that was karma right there folks.

Marcus looked between Dylan, Ellie and Jake. What was he supposed to do? Jake was hanging off his arm for support and wanted to leave. But what about Dylan? Shouldn't he stay to see if Dylan was going to be okay?

"Um...Ellie. Should I stay and help with Dylan? Or should I get Jake out of here?" Yep he would leave it up to the healer to decide, she was the professional here.