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Post by Rogue on Oct 28, 2005 6:07:08 GMT
Ooc: So creative with the title aren't I. Ic: Paws slammed heavy against the stone and tile floor of the large castle. Rogue's mind whirred uncontrollably, her joints beginning to buckle and her breath raspy under the weight of Carmen on her back and the run she had just endured. Lavender eyes swam around her surroundings, her bushy tail whipping madly at the air to keep her balanced. Parchment, sweat, potions, dusty robes... Rogue's senses swallowed the many different scents that engulfed her, and she ran to a stop, letting a long and loud howl scream from her throat. Students dove aside at this, her intentions fullfilled perfectly, and she raced toward the scents that could only be the Hospital Wing. Blood, clean sheets, detergent, weakness...Pushing her muzzle against the door of the Hospital Wing, Rogue wriggled her way inside, immediately lowering herself to the ground and letting Carmen slide softly onto the cold floor. Help, help! She barked, neglecting to wonder whether people were sleeping or not. Help, quickly! She barked again, now registering the scent that Forgoil was well on his way behind them. The back insides of Rogue's legs were burnt badly, but her furious concern for the girl - whether fake or not - was top priority, and a nurse would certainly notice that well before noticing the she-wolf was hurt herself. Failing that, Rogue wasn't about to let them touch her anyway. Besides, Forgoil needed tending to as well, and Rogue had other means to attend to.
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Forgoil Halifirien
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Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Oct 29, 2005 9:25:39 GMT
The run from Hogsmeade to the Hospital Wing was the most tantalizing journey that Forgoil ever undertook. The wounds on his shoulder blades had bled freely; the blood only beginning to coagulate once he was just outside of the Hospital Wing. Pain racked his upper body and the blood loss affected his lower half while making him unbalanced; forcing him to lean against the wall for support. Right now; he only had to concentrate on getting inside of the Hospital Wing and not falling into unconsciousness. If these two goals weren't met, they could very well be the death of him. Yet at least he would have died in a nobler aspect.
He wouldn't die from old age or disease; he would have gone to the Nether regions after helping someone that he care for; that he loved. Perhaps it wasn't only the physical wounds that were affecting him; perhaps the wounds of a bleeding conscious affected him as well. But that was for another time as the grey-haired lad stood right out front of the doors that the lady that helped Carmen and himself had slightly opened. Slowly, almost like a newborn first learning how to walk, Forgoil inched his way into the Hospital Wing, but his lower half weakened just at that moment and he collapsed against the wall (thanks to leaning in that direction in the first place).
Worried and almost clouded green-grey eyes looked at the lady and Carmen, and anger was starting build up in the boy. It was clear that Carmen was dying and yet not single nurse came to help her. This was an outrage; the nurses were supposed to be there to help at all times; not to help whenever they felt like it. As his emotions boiled up inside him, making him want to scream at the top of his lungs for help, Forgoil could barely use his voice enough to create that of a whisper. Quietly rasping in a ragged voice, Forgoil said to himself, "Easy there old boy; you have had a busy day and it seems that it has conquered you; just don't let your eyes close and you'll be fine..."
But the scotish lad's eyes had already begun to dim and started to flicker slightly as he tried not to give in. He needed to stay awake, but the pain was something that he never felt before and it was too strong...too strong...
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Ashlle G. Rainier
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Oct 29, 2005 16:17:30 GMT
(OOC: Hold your horses! I honestly thought that Carrie was gonna get this one. I'm Sorry I didn't look into it sooner . . . .)
BIC: Ashlle was asleep, her head on the desk, where she'd been making labels for a potion she'd had cooling in the back. She'd worked so hard of late and with Midterm exams coming up she had been exhausted with all the extra homework.
Suddenly a harsh barking broke her dreamless sleep like someone had smashed a plate over hear head. She shook herself and looked across the room at the door. Either that was another Lycan or someone had a very loud and wolf-like pet who was trying to save their life.
Save their life! Ashlle's sleepiness dropped away like a stone down a sharp cliff. "Dammit!" She swore, as she got up and filled a cart with life saving potions and medicine. While she was doing this the body count doubled as a boy with gray hair also crawled in. "Of all the . . ." began Ashlle and quickly doubled everything she'd just put on the cart. The she steered the cart over to them and began to look them over.
"This boy has multiple shoulder wounds." she said to herself in a diagnoses sort of way. "Please, Miss Lycan, can you tell me what happened to them?
OOC: yeah, please, because I'm not sure you described Carmen's wounds or anything and I can't treat her if I don't know what happened, you know?
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Post by Carmen on Oct 30, 2005 2:41:55 GMT
She didn't understand, no matter what the state she was in. The whole time, bumping around on the wolf's back she was switching between conscious and unconscious, slowly growing weaker and weaker. Blood pooled over the she-wolf, as she lay there, by the time they had entered the Hospital Wing from her stump of a wrist, random scratches on her arms, missing cheak, broken rib and punctured lung (OOC: That should answer your question, Ashlle).
Once they had stopped, and the she-wolf had started to bark very loudly, Carmen was vaguely conscious, but not strong enough to open her eyes. Too many times she had almost fallen off the white wolf because of the lack of strength she had. And too many times it already felt like she had fallen to the ground. Perhaps she had. "Mayhaps..." was a whispered word from the dizzy Australian.
If they weren't quick, the blood loss would be too much. Around ten pints of blood she had leaked already, growing closer and closer to the metaphysical form of the Grim.
(OOc: Sorry about the bad post... >.<)
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Forgoil Halifirien
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Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Oct 30, 2005 3:45:19 GMT
'Mayhaps...'
That one word brought Forgoil out of the realm where no one is truely alive or dead; just seemingly trapped in a plane that he couldn't escape from. It was Carmen's voice that stole him back to the present, and concern for her welled up inside the boy as quickly as water in a spring. The fact that she talked was a miracle for Forgoil thought that she might have lost too much blood on the journey up and passed away, but now he had to worry if she would have enough blood to last for as long as the Nurse needed. Yet her word was so cryptic that he couldn't understand it's meaning.
Mayhaps...did she mean that she might die or pull through? Did she mean that she forgave her attacker? Or did it mean something more...did she love him the way he loved her? With so many right answers and no way of knowing the right one, Forgoil let out a dejected sigh and his limbs that had been rejuvianated by Carmen's words lost their strength and once more he began slipping away.
The grey-haired Scot's last thoughts were one both Carmen and the lycaness. Why had a fight started in the first place; why did the lycaness inflict so much damage onto Carmen without reason? Or what if there was no reason at all. Forgoil's lips barely moved as he whispered, "Why?" before falling completely silent into a realm of unconsicousness; where dreams come true.
ooc: Nurse; could you please just bandage Forgoil up and stop the bleeding? I would rather that he have scars from this as to remind him of this day. You have my thanks.
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Shae
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Post by Shae on Oct 31, 2005 0:28:07 GMT
The ghost who also worked in the Hospital Wing had heard the barking as well. Recognising that it was Rogue (the lycaness had visited before when the injury was very grave), she rushed for balms, potions, and bandages while Ashlle rushed for them.
The phantom poked her head through the wall once to see what she was dealing with, to be sure that she had the right potions and balms and strange applicants.
The door between the supply room and the ward itself flew open to allow everything the dead girl had selected through.
There were balms for cleaning flesh, potions for the knitting of knew flesh, another potion for bone growth, a salve for burns - she had not failed to notice Rogue's own pains - and two bowls of broth that contained another potion to help Carmen and Forgoil sleep, allowing the other potions to do their work.
The ghost also sent out a bag of blood that had been donated, and hooked it up to a drip. Carmen looked like she could use all the blood she could get.
"Ashlle, Mistress Rogue, here, put them on these beds." She said hurredly.
The ghost had every intention of treating the students properly, but if they couldn't be moved without causing more damage, then she would treat them where they lay or she wasn't dead.
They're not joining me. She determined. They're not going to die.
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Ashlle G. Rainier
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Oct 31, 2005 16:10:38 GMT
OOC: Of course you guys would be the only people who regularly post when I can't get on. . . . *is frustrated with self, not you guys*) Ashlle looked at the blood infusion with a disgusted look on her face. "What in goddess name is that thing? Don't you think a Potion that will help her make her own blood would be cleaner?" However, this was the only comment she took the time to make. Snatching a Growth Potion form her cart, She splashed a generous portion on Carmen's mangled wrist. Usually the potion was only supposed to be used for growing back fingers, but Ashlle knew if she sent a few owls she could possibly grow back the entire hand with it. The Potion foamed and formed a bubble mass around the stump effectively stopping the bleeding, without further use of any bandages. Next Ashlle frowned over Carmen's back. Her breathing was incredible labored and she was bleeding from the mouth which made Ashlee assume there was some sort of internal bleeding going on. Ashlle took out a Seeing Mirror from her pocket and began to look closely at Carmen's ribs. The Seeing Mirror acted as a X-ray(only without radiation), allowing Ashlle to see the punctured lung and the rib responsible. "Ugg!" said the young Temp, having never seen something so disgusting in her life. Quickly she whipped out her wand. ~"Reparare Costa"~(Mend Rib) -pronounced Ashlle, gently touching Carmen's offending rib with the tip of her wand. Charged with magic the rib pulled out of the lung and put itself back together. Ashlle quickly read through a few labels on the trolley and realized she didn't have the Lung Liquid Remedy there. "Bloody!" she swore. "Miss Shae have you the Lung Liquid Remedy on you? I forgot to put some on the cart." Suddenly she realized that Forgoil too had lost consciousness. "Damn!" she said and Quickly dabbed some Querky's Quick Healing Solution onto Forgoil's shoulder blades. The would need more attention eventually but at least Querky's was guaranteed to stop the bleeding.
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Shae
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Post by Shae on Oct 31, 2005 21:34:39 GMT
The ghost was only slightly irked at Ashlle's comment on her methods of healing, after all, there was only so much the ghost could do.
Keeping some blood handy was a useful thing to do, particularly when there wasn't time for a patient to wait through the process of a potion speeding their own production.
But when the Temp Nurse called for a potion, the ghost had it zipping through the air to her as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Patients came before personal disagreements.
Actually, every potion that could be used in this situation was there, on hand, including one to help the repleneshing of lost blood, but it took some time, and when there was so much blood loss, Carmen needed all the blood she could get.
She decided to explain that later, privately, when there was time. Time wasn't a luxury they had just now.
"You do fast work, Ashlle." She commented softly, sending most of the apparently uneeded bandages back to their shelves.
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Post by Carmen on Nov 1, 2005 0:41:40 GMT
Dazily the girl turned her head, letting it fall to the left with her sharp-blue hair falling forward. Not even she knew what was going on inside that blue scalp of hers. But just as she had felt insane pain from the woman cutting off her hand, a sizzling feeling came from the same place, singeing the pain receptors in her arm. If she could have flinched, she would have.
Some moments passed, deaf to the world she was. Then something that sounded like a tongue-twister was said, and a snapping agony was shocking through her chest, as if her rib had been broken in exactly the same place again. But that was impossible. As it cracked back into place, Carmen let out a little groan of numb pain.
However, the girl was still fading. And if she had the strength to open her clear eyes, everything would have been foggy to her vision. But that wasn't something she could do at the present moment in time.
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Shae
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Post by Shae on Nov 1, 2005 10:04:41 GMT
She recognised the signs. Hell knew, she had felt them herself.
Carmen was fading.
"On the bed, Ashlle," She said again, soft desperation in her voice as she looked at the girl who's hair was as blue as the ghost's own was purple.
"Now." She yelled at the temp nurse.
"Ashlle, right now, she doesn't need clean, she needs fast. Fast is the blood in a bag, and she's already lost way too much while you sit on the floor with her in your lap. Get her on the bed and stop her bleeding, then treat everything else." The phantom was almost raging.
Her long purple hair - usually just hanging or floating gently around her elbows - was spread out around her head like a massive, violent purple aura. Her bright green eyes almost lit they burned with that much conviction, and there was a definate straight-line look about her usually soft mouth.
All that coupled with her clothing flapping in an etherial wind made the ghost look more and more like she was the malevolent kind rather than the benevolent.
Then she looked at Rouge and Forgoil again.
"Rouge, there's a balm on that table" She started pointing to it. "Which I want you to apply to your own burns, I know you won't let anyone else. Now, the young man." She said, twitching her fingers around each other in her standard leviation spell.
Up came his body, and bandages began to spin around his torso, covering what would one day be scars. A bottle went to his lips to help the natural clotting process of blood at an open wound. Then she lowered him onto a bed, softly.
Then she turned to see if Ashlle had moved.
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Ashlle G. Rainier
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Nov 1, 2005 17:02:36 GMT
OOC: I thought it wouldn't be a good idea to move someone if their Rib was broken and had punctured their lung, but never mind now, you got it Head Ghost Nurse! *is being sincere if you were wondering* BIC: Ashlle now did as Miss Shae asked, having healed the break that might have worsened the situation. ~"Mobilicorpus"~ -She pronounced, moving Carmen to a empty bed with a gentle flick of her wand. She then snatched the bottle of Lung Liquid Remedy from the air beside her were it had been gently knocking her in the head. Uncorking the bottle, she took a "Sponge Spoon" from the table-side drawer, and dipped it in the Lung Liquid Remedy. It absorbed only one dose of the Remedy, then Ashlle took it out and frowned. "I suppose it's no use to say 'Say ah'." she said and instead used a spell. ~"Patalus Hians"~ (Open mouth) -She whispered gently. It said in her Handbook to say the spell gently as lock jaw might have set in and you didn't want to force it. Thankfully Carmen's mouth opened with no resistance and with a tongue depressor Ashlle lifted her tongue and placed the Sponge Spoon under it. The Sponge Spoon was designed to allow Unconscious patients to take oral potions while not choking. The Potion would be absorbed through the mouth and go straight into the blood stream which would carry it directly to the affected area. This was the first time Ashlle'd had to used the Sponge Spoon but as she worked on the rest of Carmen it seemed to be working fine. Ashlle then used a different Growth Potion -a more delicate one for facial regrowth- and Gently applied a healthy dose of that to Carmen's cheek. This too bubbled nicely but turned a shade of purple that worried Ashlle. She quickly checked the bottle and realized that the Lilac color only meant that it was working and was well within the rang of color on the bottle. Taking a breather, Ashlle replied to Shae's words to her. "Thank you for the compliment, earlier, Miss Shae. And I'm sorry if I sounded rude before. It's just . . . I'm not to fond of Muggle things and - well- one of my acquaintances was once hooked up to one of those and they said she died. I never saw her again, so I guess I'll never know." She quickly turned back to her work so Shae couldn't ask any sort of questions about the matter. With a gauze she gently applied 'O'Conner's Wound-Be-Gone' to each of the scratches on Carmen's arms, sealing them up completely. After observing her for a few moments, Ashlle walked over to Forgoil only to fine Shae had already bound up his shoulders. "Do you think we aught to use the 'Wound-Be-Gone on him too?" asked Ashlle. "I'd hate to see him get scars from this . . . ."
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Post by Shae on Nov 1, 2005 21:27:56 GMT
The ghost was hooking up Carmen to the blood bag competently and very cleanly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know that Ashlle. But in my hands, she'll be just fine. Can't get much more sanitary than nothing touching it." she said with a crooked smile as the temp nurse applied a potion to Carmen's cheek.
Everything was going right, smoothly, and easily. She'd even gotten the right blood type, which was important.
She heard Ashlle ask about putting a potion over Forgoil's wounds, something about scars.
"It's been my experience that young men like to brag about their scars, although, for some they just need the scars to remind them of an important lesson." She said, a crooked half-smile on her lips.
"He's bandaged now, and while I suspect the bleeding has stopped, I'm not going to risk removing those until I'm sure he can't even scratch at scabs." She added, looking over at him.
The phantomess turned back to Ashlle.
"Is that all of her injuries?" She asked. If the only thing left to do was give them a potion to help them replace the blood they'd lost (as well as Carmen on the drip) then all was left was to let them rest.
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Post by Carmen on Nov 1, 2005 22:46:36 GMT
Yelling. So much yelling. And then, not that she could really tell, she had been moved from one place to another. Then her mouth opened unwillingly. But she was far from the real world, reliving the nightmare she had just experienced in the one place that had brought her so much happiness. It was such a shame it had tainted the happy little Village.
Her cheek, what was happening to it? All the pain had gone numb by now, she was either to unconscious or her body had gone into shock from it all. As weak as she was, the muscles in her arms tightened around her numb stomach, protecting the body of her beloved friend from the memory of the Lycanness woman. The creature that had devoured her duck's head and left her with a bloodied body.
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Ashlle G. Rainier
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Nov 3, 2005 0:09:39 GMT
Ashlle returned to Carmen's bed side to look over her again, scrutinizing her clothing for any tell-tail signs of further bleeding.
"I think that's all." she said in a puzzled way, now not so sure as she had been before. "Once she's done with the first Sponge Spoon, we can used the same method to deliver the 'Blood Replenisher Solution'. I think that the One we have in stock . . . She started to go check, but then found a bottle of the stuff on the tray Shae had brought out. "That's what I thought," she said to herself, in a unreadable way.
"Shall I give the boy a dose of it now, or do you want to hook him up to one of those Muggle Contraptions as well?" She asked, not rudely at all, but in a curious manner. If Shae was an expert on such things as blood loss, oughtn't she make such a decision?
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Post by Shae on Nov 3, 2005 1:35:05 GMT
She looked over from Ashlle to Forgoil and back.
"He'll live without fast blood. Some potion and sleep is what they need most," she decided.
Turning, the ghost motioned for a bottle to come to her, which it obediently did.
"Give them each a drop of this," she advised, sending it to hover before Ashlle.
"It's my datura potion. It will help them to sleep and they won't be troubled by dreams. It'll also help their muscles relax and mend quicker. But mind you give them just a drop each, it's a little powerful."
The phantom nodded encouragingly to the temp nurse. She had calmed down, now, and it was easier to talk.
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