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Post by Tristan Collins on Jun 27, 2010 23:04:35 GMT -5
(LOL, OK, not really. It just sounded good...)
The Dark Lord might not have called a Death Eater meeting in a while, but it certainly seemed like activities were on the rise. Judging by the number of patients Tristan saw each day, it seemed to get worse every day.
His department was kind of like St. Mungo's E.R.--he often saw patients when they were first brought in and he tended to the physical injuries, but usually left the cursed injuries and magic-related mishaps to other healers. But he had heard that curses were on the rise, and so were non-magical injuries.
Tristan couldn't help but wonder why the Dark Lord had chosen not to call a meeting, even though there were apparently things still happening. Was he only contacting his inner circle? Did he not pass muster in the Dark Lord's eyes?
These thoughts plagued him as he leaned back in the staff lounge, sipping a cup of coffee. The breaks here were all too short, and pretty soon, he'd have to get back to work. Setting his coffee cup down, he leaned his head back against the sofa and closed his eyes. It had been a long day, and he still had 4 hours to go. Surely a little catnap wouldn't hurt...
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Post by Ariana Frost on Mar 14, 2011 14:57:26 GMT -5
(That IS a great title. Lol! Btw, is he a doctor? I said in this post, but I can go back and change it.)
Today the "ER" was packed. People were coming in every couple of seconds with some sort of something. And most of them weren't kidding. Apparently now that more and more attacks were popping up, so were the number of curses, hexes, and injuries passed through everyday happenings. And thanks to dark magic, physical injuries that could usually be cured with a spell or potion needed to be taken care of the muggle way. Luckily, training did not fail to cover this.
One woman had a serious bite on her forearm from a gnome that had gotten a hold of cursed package. Her arm was swelling and rotting. Luckily, she got there hours before it fell off. Another person, a man in his late 60's named Thomas Craven brought his wife in. She had a fever near 110 and her skin had gone completely gray, almost translucent. No one could figure out what was wrong with her, not even the doctors.
It was an odd occupation for Ariana to have, saving people, being kind, and what not, but it paid well and it kept her busy she wasn't doing work for Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters, she was saving lives here in the ER. Her philosophy was that they would eventually die later anyways, no need to purposely kill them now.
"Alright Mrs. Renton. I've patched up your arm. So you can go home and relax. Someone should already have been out there to get the package and take care of the gnomes. Just make sure you rebandage your arm and put fresh ointment on it about every 4 hours. Take the pain medication every 6 hours as needed. Wrap it when you bathe and come back if you have anymore problems." Ariana smiled and handed her the medicine she would need.
"Thank you Ms. Frost. I appreciate all the help." Mrs. Renton, in her mid-30's, smiled and left the exam room. Ariana sighed. She expected right about now a Death Eater was carrying the cursed package to another post office to be mailed to someone else and that they had just sent the gnomes into another yard nearby. She rolled her eyes. She really didn't want to deal with anymore rotting arms. IF they had another meeting anytime soon, she would have to bring that up.
As Ariana walked out of the exam room, another nurse walked up to her and handed her a patient's folder. "It was Mrs. Craven. We're all pretty swamped. I'll cover your next patient. Will you go tell Dr. Collins?" Ariana took the folder and read through it. Apparently, she had a heat stroke. Her temperature must have gotten to high. She looked up at the nurse and nodded. She made her way down the corridor, silently cursing under breath. If she caught one of these things going around, she was gonna be pissed.
Ariana reached the door of Dr. Collins and knocked hard on it twice. Nothing. She knocked again. Still nothing. She sighed. She turned and made her way around to the staff lounge. The only place with coffee. If he wasn't there, she wouldn't know where to find him. When she walked in, she snorted and tried not to laugh out loud. There was Dr. Collins, asleep in the staff lounge. Ariana walked silently over to where he was. She was good at sneaking. It was one of the things that got her the "other job". She felt his coffee mug. It was still kind of warm. It hadn't been there long.
Ariana looked around. It was empty except for them and he did look really peaceful. She sighed and decided that she would just wait till he woke up. It wouldn't be too long. His break was almost over anyway. She settled into the chair across from and watched him sleep. She never did that sort of thing. She never really studied another person unless she was told to and then it wasn't of her own free will.
She noticed he was quite good looking. Very...handsome she would say. She blushed at her own thoughts and then she scoffed. She picked up the nearest magazine and pretended like she never thought those things while she waited.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 18, 2011 20:47:55 GMT -5
(Lol. Yeah, he's a doctor/healer.)
One of the skills Tristan had developed in his time working at the hospital was the ability to take short naps, and then get back to work quickly. There were times when he had to work 12 hour shifts or longer, and he needed to be able to sleep whenever he had a break, or he would literally drop from exhaustion. So fifteen minutes here, half an hour there, was often enough to recharge him.
He was generally a light sleeper, so any little sound was enough to wake him. He'd been sleeping for about twenty minutes this time when that sixth sense of his kicked in, giving him the feeling that he was not alone. He stretched, waking slowly, letting himself become aware of his surroundings. He heard breathing nearby, and maybe the sound of pages turning. Slowly he opened his eyes to see who his "companion" was.
Through the haze of sleep, he saw her sitting there in a chair across from him. Her face was partially obscured by the magazine she was reading, but he could see that she was definitely female, with a petite frame and dark hair. Since it was the staff lounge, it could only be a staff member, so he thought about who she could be. He knew at once that it was not Lydia; her hair was too straight. It wasn't Danny, either, because this person's hair was much darker than Danny's soft brown. It could have been Adrienne, but she didn't often linger in the staff lounge, which was more intended for healers and nurses. Which left...
Ariana Frost.
A slow smile curved across his lips. He didn't know Ariana well, but he couldn't deny that she intrigued him. She was a fellow Death Eater, he knew that much. And she was mysterious and beautiful. This could be interesting.
He watched her for another minute, then slowly moved to a sitting position. "I hope you won't tell anyone you caught me sleeping on the job," he joked.
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Post by Ariana Frost on Mar 20, 2011 21:31:08 GMT -5
Ariana smiled into her magazine. She didn't look up at him until she had closed it and laid it noiselessly on the table. She smiled slightly. He looked completely refreshed, like he had just come into work. She was impressed. If she even wanted a cat nap, it was gonna last at least an hour or so.
"I don't know. I might need a favor from you one day. You never know." She smiled a sweet smile and got up. She held the file that contained Mrs. Craven's information. "She had a heat stroke. We couldn't control her temperature." She shrugged. "There was nothing we could do." She said and plopped down next to him. "You gotta talk to the husband, but no rush. He's probably taking care of other things right now." She made herself more comfortable and relaxed into the sofa. There wasn't any need for them to go running the room now. She was gone. As sad as it was, there wasn't any rush to get there now.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 23, 2011 0:12:23 GMT -5
Break time was over, and as much as he wanted to continue his banter with Ariana, he was going to have to get back to business. There'd be time for play later. Tristan rubbed his eyes and took a sip from his lukewarm coffee, wincing at the taste. As he set the cup back down on the table, he took the file from Ariana and opened it.
"It resisted a freezing charm?" he said, looking at the notes from the other doctors. "I have to admit, I've never seen a curse that bad... based on this information, it looks like she was burning up from inside. Does anyone know if she took any strange potions or ate any unusual foods? Make sure you get her down to the morgue for examination... we'll need to figure out what caused it, in case it happens again."
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Post by Ariana Frost on Mar 24, 2011 0:23:16 GMT -5
Ariana listened to him rattle of a line of questions. She was used to it. He was the doctor, the "head healer". She was a healer and worked under him. She was used to questions being shot at her. "They were an old couple. The husband couldn't remember what they had for breakfast." Ariana leaned over him and pointed to a spot in the notes. "I've signed of here for the body to go to the medical examiner. I've asked them to specifically look for foods or potions in the stomach and blood. I also mentioned for them to look for lesions on the body in case she came into contact with an object instead."
Ariana leaned back into the couch. She had noticed that he smelled good and that bothered her. Why would she care what he smelled like? But she did. Damn. She sighed and leaned back into the sofa. "As for the freezing charms, we applied one every night before we switched shifts. It didn't do anything." She muttered with her eyes closed. She could fall asleep right here.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 29, 2011 23:38:37 GMT -5
Tristan shrugged. Not having seen the patient himself, he didn't feel as responsible for her as he would have if he had treated her, Yes, he was head of the department, and he was supposed to care about all of the patients, but in all honesty, if the woman was old, what did it matter? But he went through the motions.
"Well, it sounds like you did everything you could," he said, pulling a self-inking quill from his robes. "And you've got the morgue looking into it, so that's good, too. There's nothing more you can do." He signed off on the file, then handed it back to her. Keep me updated on the morgue's report, will you? I have to admit, I'm a little curious about this one."
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Post by Ariana Frost on Jul 13, 2011 1:19:01 GMT -5
Ariana nodded slowly. It got monotonous talking about the same thing, answering the same questions, going through the same steps for the dead and living every day. She couldn't deny she was more than interested to learn about what had taken the life of Mrs. Craven.
"I can't blame you. I can't imagine what's being sent around now that could be causing this. We'll have to bring it up at our next mee-" She stopped suddenly. She must be way to sleep deprived. Had she really almost talked about Death Eater meetings out loud without at least checking the area? She had to recover quickly. "Anyway, we should at least bring it up at the next staff meeting. You know, safety precautions and all that jazz..." She trailed off. She gave a small smile and shrugged a little. Hopefully, he won't be too upset. Not only was he her superior at work, but also among the ranks of Death Eaters.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Aug 14, 2011 22:28:45 GMT -5
Tristan raised an eyebrow at her as she nearly mentioned Death Eater meetings in public. Anyone could have been listening, but fortunately, no one was and she covered her mistake smoothly. It was a fairly easy mistake to make, but they were going to have to start being more careful. As Death Eater activity spread, so did suspicion. The last thing they needed to do while in public was call attention to themselves.
But to call her out on it would do that more than what she had done, so he let it drop. No harm had been done, no one had heard, and he didn't think it was a big deal.
"Good idea," he said. "We should all be on the same page with these sort of threats, right? So we can make sure everyone's prepared."
That sounded professional enough. He let the subject drop then, but he wasn't exactly eager to get back to work. "You know, I was thinking.... we should go out sometime. For drinks. What do you say?"
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