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Post by Faerlain on Nov 10, 2005 19:57:54 GMT
Man, it takes a silly girl To lie about the dreams she has But lord, it takes a lonely one To wish that she had never dreamt them at all Oh look now, there you go with hope again Oh you're so sure that I'll be leaving in the end [/center] It had been nearly a month since Faye's unfortunate encounter with the crazed lycan. She had fared much better than Rezna, that much was for sure. And, since that day, she hadn't seen nor heard from her. A sad thing, but she figured that perhaps she had wanted to get away from all the stress and tension of the school and take a little vacation. It was something that the prefect herself had just attempted.... however, she knew that she could never truely get away. She had responsibilites here that she had to upkeep. The knight bus had taken her as far as Fairfield before she realized that she had to come back. All her ideas for leaving in the first place now seemed silly in her mind, so she gave the driver a few extra coins to drop her back off in Hogsmeade. For now, her little adventure was over and done with. From there, she had grabbed her bag and begun to return to the school when a sharp pain in her hand nearly made her crumple to the ground. It was the same hand which she had used to break the glass eyepiece from the telescope and drive out the lycan. But she had thought that she had removed all the glass by herself, painful as it was. She didn't even stop at her common room once she had re-entered the school, but instead headed up to the Hospital Wing. Her stays in the Wing had always been brief and rare (unlike Hayzie's) mostly due to the fact that she was fairly adept at taking care of things by herself. This time, however, she had been wrong. "Hello?" She called out, pushing open the doors and peering inside. The place seemed unusually quiet, but then again it was nearly nine o'clock at night. Most of the patients who had to spend the night were already asleep and there wasn't a nurse in sight. Hesitantly, Faye stepped inside and placed her bag down upon the floor. Hopefully there was someone there that could help her.
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Shae
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Tell me, Death, where is your power to hold me in the grave?
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Post by Shae on Nov 10, 2005 21:13:10 GMT
The ghost poked her head through the wall when she heard someone calling.
"I hope you won't need a bed, we're practically full," she said, stepping through the wall completely.
"What's the problem? You have no idea how nice it is to ask the person whose trouble it is, rather than the person who carried them in."
Ther door to the everyday supplies cupboard opened quietly as the phantom walked over to the Hufflepuff student, her bright green eyes awake despite the hour, her long purple hair tied back in a ponytail at the nape of her neck.
There was a reason the night shift in the Wing was also known as the Graveyard shift, the ghost was always awake, so she spent all night in the wing, keeping an eye on everyone, and doing her best to comfort them.
Occassionally she had to wake people and send them back to their common rooms - chairs were not places to sleep.
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Post by Faerlain on Nov 10, 2005 21:30:19 GMT
OOC: Ugh, sorry. My muse is so dead.
BIC: The prefect was not at all suprised to see the phantom come through the wall- she'd heard all about Shae's story, of how the demoness Mai Le Rosa had killed her. In a way, she was honored to meet the girl who had refused to pass on. And the Hospital Wing could always used a few extra hands, regardless of if they were dead or alive. Wincing slightly, Faye withdrew her right hand from her pocket and gently undid the crisp bandage that had been covering it for the past few weeks. She hadn't been able to drive herself to remove it before today, though what she saw shocked her.
"I... think my hand might be infected." She said softly, glancing with a sense of suprise at the festering wound. "And I'd rather not spend the night unless I have to. I've got to get back to the Common Room."
The only thing she wanted right now was a warm piece of pumpkin pie and a soft bed to collapse into- a visit to the Hospital Wing certainly hadn't been in her plans. But here she was. Hopefully, Shae would be able to help her and then quickly send her on her way.
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Post by Shae on Nov 11, 2005 0:58:16 GMT
((ooc: don't worry, I understand completely. The Muse can afford to go on holiday, but cannot afford to take us with it.))
The ghost looked at the corrupted flesh, unshocked, unsurprised, undisturbed.
"Well, this is easy enough," she said, motioning for the local anisthetic to apply itself to the offending hand.
"Ugly, but easy. I recommend you don't look," she added, when the local anisthetic had been applied.
Next went on a potion that would almost litterally burn away the cause of the corruption in the flesh. Once it went on, there was nothing left that the body didn't say belonged there. Flesh, bone, tendon remained. Glass and infection did not.
When that was done, the phantom dabbed a warm cloth over the bare flesh. The cloth had been soaked in yet another potion - one commonly used - to regrow skin where it had been removed a little too much.
The hand was fresh, pink, and new. The dead girl made sure it was wrapped easily, just in case - she didn't want anything getting to the new skin until it was at least a week old, and she said as much.
"There, that's done, just leave the bandage on for a week. It's soft, so it shouldn't bother you. When you've finished with it, would you bring it back down? It's just easier all round if bandages come back and can be cleaned and used again," the phantomess explained.
A tired smile crossed the ghost's features, and she bid the Hufflepuff prefect good night.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 12, 2008 5:28:34 GMT
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