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Post by Carrie on Aug 19, 2005 19:35:10 GMT
How was she supposed to explain it to one who had no idea? The brunette nurse turned her head sharply as the door to the room opened, only to be faced with someone demanding to know what had happened. But again, how could she explain it when Carrie herself didn’t know what had happened. All she had was the remains of a potion, a tiny wheelchair and a book with the potion in it.
“Maybe you can tell us,” Carrie sighed, showing the book to the girl who had just entered. Allowing her to hold it, the nurse headed towards a desk with some parchment and a quill on it, before writing out two hurried letters to the school, one to Kasey, and one for the Gryffindor common room.
Both explained the predicament, and that Hayzie wasn’t likely to be back in school before the end of the summer as she was in St. Mungo’s. Best to remain optimistic, Carrie told herself, signing off both and sealing them.
“And maybe you could send these off for me while you’re here… if you don’t mind, that is? Just go to the reception and they’ll take it from there.” Sighing, Carrie turned back to the bed, knowing all they could do was keep Hayzie comfortable for now, and pray that it would pass.
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Post by Artemis on Aug 19, 2005 20:06:14 GMT
Artemis accepted the book and scanned the page that it was opened to. It had instructions on how to make a potion, and a list of ingredients. By the looks of it, it was a very complicated potion. The girl's eyes tensely flicked over the page several times. Hayz must've been making the potion... and something must've gone wrong. She sighed and stored the information away in the back of her head. Today was not going well. Artemis set the book down, still open, on the bedside table.
Rather distractedly, the nurse handed Artemis two sealed letters and asked that she would take them to the front to be mailed. Though she didn't really want to leave her friend just now, she knew it would probably be best. She tucked the two slips of parchment away in her robe and quietly exited the room, closing the door softly behind her.
As she walked down the hall, the ingredients that had been on the page in the book echoed in Artemis' head. She had never seen a potion with those ingredients before. Whatever the potion was for, it wasn't for anything commonly needed among the wizarding world. Amidst her reverie, she managed to get to the waiting room area. "One of the nurses gave this to me for you to send. I believe they are to be sent to Magic Horizons." After her task was done, Artemis returned to the room and leaned against the wall, really hoping Hayzie was okay and yet at the same time, wanting nothing more than to just go to sleep.
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Post by Professor Windwaltz on Aug 26, 2005 12:47:34 GMT
"Antidote?" said Talon exasperately. He had seen quite a few things which interested him. Before he had time to answer the Nurse - whom he recognized as a denizen of Magic Horizons school - his old friend Kiki Michaels burst through the door. He remembered her from brief interactions back when he attended the school, both of them being Gryffindor students, and he had a brief period of time in the service of the History department at the Ministry of Magic. She was, of course, his boss at this point. Yet during his time as part of the History Department, he saw her not once - and it may have explained her surprise at seeing him. She may not even have known that he was employed in the service of the Ministry at all.
"Ki - the Ministress - may have the method, but I have with me the potion." He put his hand into his ragged robe pocket and pulled out the vial which contained the brown colored liquid. "I don't know what happened with Hayzie, honestly. I was in the Ministry picking up the last of my old work stuff, and the elevator goes out and boom I'm at the bottom floor where Hayzie is suffering...cosmic irony of the highest degree." He held out the brown liquid to the Nurse with a smile.
"I figured it might help."
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Post by Kiki on Aug 28, 2005 12:39:48 GMT
Kiki froze as Carrie said there was nothing she could do. This was her fault. She'd been the one who'd been so hospitable to Hayzie. She'd known how dangerous the potion was, and she still let her go ahead with it. In the end the Ministeress hadn't helped her much - only retrieving one ingredient of the potion. Kiki should've helped more, she could've helped Hayzie with the potion and then nothing like this would ever have happened.
Artemis banging her way into the room brought Kiki's head into the room again. Her heart fell into her stomach as she realised that she would have to tell the school that their much loved Gryffindor Prefect had died, that it was very much her fault, that it could have been prevented. She shook herself slightly and noticed that Carrie had written two letters and took the opportunity to compose herself. Projecting a strong persona was something that she prided herself on and she spoke with a firm voice as Talon handed over the potion.
"In the meantime, the best care is to be provided for Miss Roberts. I myself will try to figure out a way to -" The appropriate words escaped her so she simply gestured towards Hayzie, hoping the others would understand her meaning. "I'll speak to the Head of the Department of Mysteries. They'll have to have some sort of concept for this sort of thing." Kiki was proud of the way her body took the lead from her voice and resolve - her stance and speech was firm and strong, with no trace of the inner turmoil at all.
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Post by Carrie on Aug 31, 2005 9:26:46 GMT
"The very best. Understood, Ministress," Carrie replied, somewhat distractedly as she looked at the potion Mr. Windwaltz had handed her. Surely potions didn't turn that colour when they were meant for something good. Smelling it, the brown-haired nurse couldn't help but screw up her nose. Not nice...
Desperately, Carrie tried to think of something, anything that might help. Hayzie's skin was porcelain white, chills looked to be running up and down her. Pulling the covers over a little tighter, the brunette nurse almost wished she could turn back time and figure out what was going on. Right from when the mermaid ordeal came about.
"Turn back time," she whispered, a sparkle coming in her eyes. "Turn back time! That's it!" Carrie exclaimed, looking between the three of them. "If we found a way to turn back time, within the next few minutes or so, and then if the potion was remade, and taken again... surely that would work, right? I mean... it would cancel it out? Or not," Carrie sighed, looking back through the recipe again and trying to remember any antidotes she could for any of the ingredients listed on the page.
ooc: -whistles- when's she going to get heeeeeeeeere?
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Post by Rikka -Visiting Home- on Aug 31, 2005 12:56:03 GMT
In the drama of the moment, no one noticed the figure standing darkly in the doorframe with a bunch of black lilies dangling from her hand. She had heard practically nothing of the conversation the others were having. She was lithe and well dressed in a light blue, undeniably Russian dress, the sort hardly worn since the fall of the Romanov’s. Her large blue eyes seemed troubled. ”Oh Child,” She whispered in Hayzie head in a more compassionate tone than she had ever used to the conscious girl.
Rikka was the picture of dignity, so much changed from the mad forest woman who had fled the forest after surrendering her blood to Hayzie. No dirt marred her fine new dress and her long caramel hair was perfectly brushed, twig-free. Her eyes skirted across the room, taking note of everything. The first thing that assaulted her was Hayzie’s obvious injury, what had happened to her? Rikka felt an oddly maternal urge to try and make it better for the girl.
She stepped forward, lifting her lilies and announcing herself to the other occupants of the room before getting too close for comfort. She wasn’t sure if her presence would be tolerated. None she seemed to know by sight, but she didn’t doubt that someone might be able to place her, even with her total metamorphosis.
“So, she has done it then.” Her voice was sincere, with an undertone of regret. Her hand strayed unconsciously to her stomach and her thoughts to the night Hayzie had first become what now lay unconscious.
She turned her eyes to Kiki, the woman that seemed to be the most commanding in the room. Her voice was relatively toneless, but her concern was written plainly in her eyes, “Please tell me what is happening to her?”
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Post by Hayzie on Aug 31, 2005 13:58:06 GMT
Oh, Child.
Those two words hadn't been heard strung together by the girl lying unconscious on the table for oh so long. Long enough to be forgotten about. Long enough to be belittled by them all over again. However not long enough to forget the person behind the words. Not long enough to erase the memories. In her unconscious state, the words provoked images to come back, a slideshow of flashbacks from the past year, a slideshow which caused Hayzie's eyes to open again after only a few minutes.
Attempting to blink away the blurriness, it took the blonde a few seconds to remember where she was, and longer to realise why she was shivering, and yet her insides were burning. It felt worse than when Sealla was throwing numerous flames at her, worse than having the skin off her real hand burnt off. One figure in the room, however, caught her eye easily, the one figure she thought had abandoned her forever. At the time, Hayz had tried to stop her from going, knowing that their bond was there, as different a bond it was.
"Rikka?"
The whispered voice that came into the room, barely a notch above audible, sounded as though they had come from a young child who had the flu, not a sixteen-year-old girl. "Mama...I...I'm sorry," she managed to whisper, her eyes slowly drooping shut once more despite the struggle to keep them open.
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Post by Ashlle G. Rainier on Aug 31, 2005 14:59:27 GMT
Suddenly a 'whoooing' was heard outside the room. It was an agitated 'whoooing' as if an owl was trying to get into the room but many nurses were making sure it couldn't. Finally the noises stopped.
A moment later one of the Senior Nurses of the ward came in with a small bundle and a note. "This Package was delivered for Miss Hayzie." she said in a way that clearly conveyed that she didn't think this was the time for packages. "Do any of you know anyone at the school who owns a Madagascar Red Owl?" asked the nurse, perturbed.
The hand writing in the note was impeccable, yet it was clear that it was written by a younger admirer of Hayzie.
Dear Miss Hayzie,
I have heard that you've taken ill from a incorrectly brewed potion. I send these candies in the hopes that you will soon be well enough to enjoy them. To this end I am preying to the Goddess for your swift recovery. Please don't leave us Miss Hayzie. You are one of the few older students I trust.
Ashlle G. Rainier
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Post by Adhara Naunet on Sept 1, 2005 1:06:51 GMT
OOC: She's heeeeerre... BIC: Adhara had swept from the Gryffindor Common Room in a fury that could only be spurred by unfathomable worry. Worry that not even she wanted to admit to herself. Every single nerve in her body was on high alert, her stomach was churning, and her eyes were snapping jade sparks at any of the braver medical staff that dared to attempt to catch them. Mostly, however, the mediwitches and wizards kept their gazes down and quickened their footsteps. She didn't bother stopping at the desk to ask for directions. Adhara had spent enough time in St. Mungo's to know where she needed to go. She dashed straight up to the third floor and started peering into windows, finally recognizing the group clustered around Hayzie's bed. "What the hell has she done this time?" She exclaimed as soon as she caught sight of the pasty girl. Addie stepped around the group shakily and went to clasp her best friend's fingers in her own hands.
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Post by Rikka -Visiting Home- on Sept 1, 2005 7:27:35 GMT
Though Hayzie’s words were near silent and much else was going on in the room, Erikka’s ears pricked at them. Abandoning her unanswered question and dropping her beautiful flowers to the ground, Rikka rushed to the free side of the child. “Shh, shh. It’s alright. I’m here,” She cooed softly, her own voice dreadfully quite. She reached up and brushed her blonde hair from her brow.
Rikka felt torn, the child had called her Mama, whether through delusion or intent, it was what Rikka had long for so long ago in the dark loneliness of the forest. She had that now, but somehow it didn’t matter anymore, she had always been that person. Something dreadful was happing to the Child though, Rikka was loosing her.
Rikka took Hayzie’s other hand, the one she herself had near removed from the girl, and petting it softly. ”Child, child.” Without turning her saddened blue eyes from the prone girl, she spoke to the general room. “Please, what ails her? How is it repaired?”
Try as she might she could not tear her eyes from the broken angel that lay one the hospital bed, looking so out of place. Rikka felt a tremendous swell of guilt. It was all her fault. Her failing blonde body reminded her so much of her true sweet daughter Hel, Rikka was sure they would have been the closest of sisters.
In her silent voice, waiting for an explanation, she assured the child continually. It would be alright, Rikka was here now. She would not let this child die, no matter what the cost.
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Post by Carrie on Sept 1, 2005 8:57:37 GMT
Can you hear us? Carrie's thoughts asked her as she began squinting her eyes shut. Desperately, she had attempted to try and figure out anything apart from her original idea which could possibly work, but had come up with nothing.
Luckily, there was something she could answer. What had happened? "By the looks of things, she made the potion in that book there... and it went wrong," Carrie summarised, not going into the details she didn't personally know about.
"So now... she's looking... a little worse for wear," the nurse finished, wondering in confusion about the relationship between Hayzie and the woman who had entered the room, one she didn't recognise unlike the majority of the others. As for how it was repaired, the only answer Carrie could give was: "From what we can see.... there's no way to repair it... All we can do is hope it passes."
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Post by Rikka -Visiting Home- on Sept 1, 2005 10:26:11 GMT
“Hope it passes?” Rikka asked, finally tearing her eyes away from Hayzie. “That just isn’t good enough,” Her voice was near threat and her eyes burned into the nurse. She gave no thought to how strange her presence would have seemed in the room. Who was this woman who looked as if she had walked in, right out of 17th century Russia?
She would not let death take Hayzie on account of this stupid potion. ”Oh, Child. Why did you have to return yourself to the restraints of life? Please, wake up again, child?” Rikka begged, turning her eyes back to Hayzie. Hiding her face from the others in the room, Rikka’s eyes burned. Tears began to slide silently across her powered, clean face. ”Wake up, Hayzie.”
She begged over and over again, but she knew the girl would give her no response. Her back become unnaturally stiff as she held herself in a regal posture. It just wasn’t fair. If only she could turn back time. If only Hayzie hadn’t made that poison, if only she had not been bitten that night, if only Rikka had not come to that forest; things should not have come to this.
Tears continue to slip down Rikka’s face as she begged silently, ”Child, Please, please, please…”
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Post by Hayzie on Sept 1, 2005 10:36:41 GMT
So many questions... so few answers... again, in the unconscious depths of her mind, Rikka's voice could be heard. For a moment, it looked as though Hayz was forcing herself to stay asleep by squinting her eyes shut, but seconds later they opened once more, still blinking blearily, still only slightly open, but still conscious.
It seemed the group around her bed had another addition. The blonde was able to make out curly brown hair and bright green eyes. "Addie?" she questioned, her voice still almost silent. Before she could get a confirmation, however, she turned to look back at Rikka, who's face seemed to be reflecting the strong lights in the room. Were they.... tears?
"Don't let me die, Mama... please... don't let me die. I told you to, a long time ago, but I don't want to go... don't let me die..."
Squeezing Rikka's hand gently, Hayz gazed at the ceiling, not wanting anyone to see the tears that now blurred her vision even further than before, the lights looking like stars above her head, as she pleaded quietly one last time, Don't let me die/
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Post by Hayzie on Sept 3, 2005 17:43:13 GMT
Following the final plea, Hayzie fell silent both telepathically and out loud, her eyes closed once more, shading them from the overwhelming brightness from the lights above, and allowing her vision to blacken out once more, causing the view of her friends to disappear, causing the life to ebb further and further until…
“Ow…” Hayzie whispered, the burning sensation inside beginning to overrule any other feeling that she may have had. A few sharp intakes of breath, followed by shallow releases followed, and the scrunching of the eyes was the second to last movement that was made, the final one being the fall of her chest, which didn’t rise again.
It was only a matter of minutes before Hayzie woke up somewhere else, a headache causing the bright lights which were all around to hurt her eyes. Finally opening them, a sense of confusion took over the blonde girl.
“This isn’t St. Mungo’s,” she told herself, taking a few tentative steps forwards to try and figure out exactly where she was.
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Post by Professor Windwaltz on Sept 3, 2005 18:47:25 GMT
Talon slowly became more nervous as the Lycan joined their group. It was a heart-warming scene, but an uncomfortable feel came over him. It was only recently that he learned that Hayzie became a Lycan, and it gave him a shudder to see them in such a close bond. Talon hardly noticed when the other Nurse came in holding gifts, for it was quickly followed by the advent of one of the people he wanted to see most at the moment. "Adhara!" He cried out, rushing over to her. He had very little need to explain what was going on, for Carrie had explained it already. "Yes, that's basically it. Hayzie made a potion, heaven knows why, and it apparently went wrong and its gone and poisoned her. The Nurse can't even find a way to fix it...."
Adhara's name was feebly said by Hayzie, and Talon's head turned to face her. She seemed even worse than ever, so he stepped closer to her and the Lycan. "Yes Hayzie, Adhara and I are here." A smile tried to cross his face, but it was as feeble as possible. Though it did not matter if he smiled or not, for Hayzie's mind seemed to be focused on the Lycan across the bed from him, who was probably using the Lycan powers of telepathy to speak. Talon did not mind. If it made her feel better doing so, it'd be okay. Suddenly a wave of guilt passed through his conscious. Hayzie had always been there - smiling and happy, always fighting. Ever since that first day when he jumped in with the demonic parakeets, nearly five years before. She started with him, the two were made Prefects together, and no matter how many times Talon's life took a turn for the worse - and hers, for that matter, she was always there.
Always there when he got back. And yet, no matter how many times she was there, he never seemed to pay any mind. He took it for granted, almost. Yet how much of it should've been taken for granted? Sometimes he would even forget how much he meant to his friends, in the times when his own life troubled him. How truly selfish he was...but that was all in the past...but what would he do if - Hayzie took one last groan, and then her breathing stopped. Her body turned a pale color, and Talon's purple eyes seemed to dull. Always there. Always smiling and happy. Always there when he was suffering.
No more.
Talon's jaw began to quiver, as Hayzie's hand became limp in his. His eyes filled with tears, sparking with static electricity. His hands discharged along the ground. "Hayzie," he pushed, the electricity becoming more uncontrollable. "Hayzie, it'll be alright. I know it hurts, but it'll get better...." A fear grew inside his heart, a fear he had not remembered for many long years. A fear of the force which stole. Always there for him when he was suffering. Yet he always took it for granted - was he not there when she suffered? Then why did she die now? Laughing, smiling. The joy of Gryffindor House. It was if joy was entirely sapped from Talon's being.
'Why the hell!" He thought angrily, and the electricity broke all the lamps throughout the room. It surged throughout his body at an incredible level, and he continued to discharge it as much as possible in hope that it would take the grief with it. Yet it wouldn't disappear. Hayzie was dead. One of his best friends was dead. And the picture that hung in his classroom - could he ever look at it again? The cries began to quiet, and the electricity slowly returned to his body. The grief still serging in him, but feeling entirely helpless, he refused to look over at Carrie, or Rikka, or Kiki, or especially Adhara.
He wouldn't say it. Not yet. Though she lay before him, obviously dead, the despair in his stomach refused. Though he thought it, cried it, hated it, he would not say the words aloud. He would not say that one of his best friends was dead.
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