With the Journey Started...

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Who: Rescuers (Michael Corner, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Cass Savage, Terry Boot, Padma Patil, Susan Bones, Theodore Nott, Rodolphus Lestrange (?)) The Rescued/Elevator People (Oskar Scamander, Cornelius Fudge Jr., Demelza Robins, Fleur Delacour-Weasley, Bill Weasley, and whoever hell else I'm missing because I'm sure I am!)
Where: The Atrium of

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[browneyed_susan]

Susan could sense the change in the crowd. Where just moments ago there had been solemn silence, the air was now filled with anxious whispers and murmurs. Susan jumped to her feet from the make-shift medical area the Healers had set up and dashed over to Michael's side, nearly tripping over a piece of upturned pavement in her haste

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Michael, however, was clutching his chest, desperate for breath. Tilting his head up, he suddenly slumped against Theodore and clawed for support until he hit the ground. From blue-colored lips a streak of oozing crimson poured forth and Michael suddenly rolled violently into a fetal position. As violently, he vomited bile and blood forth onto the broken earth and then desperately pushed on his chest. "I c-can't breathe... I can't breathe..." He murmured thickly, his body trembling.

[browneyed_susan]

Susan gasped with shock, her eyes as wide as galleons as Michael collapsed beside her, falling against Theodore. Before she even understood what had just happened, she heard herself shouting for help. "Healer Stone! Over here!" She shouted desperately, waving an arm high in the air. She couldn't do anything, and felt hopelessly useless. She looked down at Michael on the ground, then looked up through the mass of people to shout out again. "Help! Michael's hurt! Healer Stone! Healer Mason!" She didn't want to leave him just lying there, shaking.

"Theodore just... stay there, okay? Please." Susan turned on her heels and pushed her way back through the crowd over to the Healers to alert them.

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"Shi-" Theo struggled to hold the man upright, blinking in confusion as he fell, hearing him retch.

"Michael? Michael you need to keep calm," he said, kneeling and reaching out for him, though his own heart was racing a mile a minute.

Bloody imbecile, I told you not to push yourself so hard.

Trembling fingers found their way to Michael's neck, trying to feel for a pulse. "Just- keep calm okay. Susan?" he called, turning urgently towards where he'd last heard the girl. This was not his area of expertise.

[padma_hilwe]

Padma, who had been in an area slightly off from the commotion did not see Michael fall or hear his announcement- only heard Susan's screams for one of the Healers at ground zero. Startled, she looked over to where the other group of rescuers stood, Michael on the ground and Theodore over him. She smacked Terry's arm as hard as possible to get his attention. Not sure what had happened, the witch didn't wait for Terry to respond and started to move her way into the group, trying her best to draw level with Susan as fast as possible

[browneyed_susan]

Susan shoved her way back through the crowd with Healer Stone at her side and immediately dropped down on the opposite side of Padma, pushing her own fringe out of the way so that she could get a better look.

"I'm sorry, Theodore." She said, her eyes fixed on the older Healer and her actions, absorbing everything. "I couldn't stop. You understand. Michael, don't try and speak. It's going to be all right."

Susan wasn't sure of that at all, but it felt like the right thing to say.

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Michael laid upon the ground, tearing at his chest and desperate for either breath to return or pain to subside. It was crushing, and his first fear was that somehow, he was having a heart attack. Being a healthy bloke, Michael felt betrayal swell in the cracks left behind by his deafening panic. He tried to look at Padma, and Theodore, and eventually Susan but his world was getting fuzzy. Black was closing in on him, but Michael knew he had to fight too stay conscious.

He coughed and undulated again, tasting fresh blood in his throat and mouth which he spewed forth. No, something was wrong... and it has to have been the wards!