Semi-open RP for Hospital Wing...

[toilet_doe]

John tried to ignore the throbbing in each of his legs and his stomach as he adjusted the braces and levered himself into some semblance of a standing position.  He'd gotten the directions for the Hospital Wing from Dr. House the night before.  All that mattered now was getting there.  Unfortunately, it seemed to be an unavoidable chance for his

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[lilypotter60]

Oh for the love...

Lily had been filling out a chart, mind only half on her work, when a sprog had stumbled through the doors and collapsed. In a moment she was by his side, kneeling down and cradling his head in her lap. Instinctively checking his pulse points, she murmured soothingly, not really paying attention, "Dr. House doesn't work here, mate. Just lie still a moment. Where does it hurt?"

((Two questions! First - can Lily pick John up and carry him to a bed? And second - is it ok if Stephen Maturin comes in as well?))

[toilet_doe]

(Sure, on both counts, as long as she's careful--Wingardium Leviosa was an idea I had about that. As for who interacts, I just wanted to make sure that anyone who was a doctor, particularly House, came in because of the Sorting thread.)

Everywhere, John thought, trying to move his lips to say as much, but nothing coherent would come out. He blinked, trying to clear his eyes, but he found tears blurring his vision before sliding out. "Every...ahhh..."

He grappled to find purchase on his right leg, right now feeling like it was splitting down the middle, but his left-hand fingers were still clumsy and weighted, sliding over the legs of his jeans where the braces lay under the fabric, hard and cold even though cloth.

"Every--" he coughed, trying to wipe his eyes with his right arm so he could at least see, but was unsuccessful.

[estebanmd]

It was at this moment that Stephen Maturin came striding through the doors of the hospital wing. "Lily, for the love of Christ and all his blessed saints --" He seemed rather heated up about something. When he saw Lily was with a patient, he stopped short.

The patient was a young man, perhaps a bit older than your average midshipman, well capable of sense, or he should be.

"Good day. I am Dr Maturin. How did you get into the Hospital Wing, young man?" His voice was ... not unkind, but not exactly coddling.

[toilet_doe]

John looked up, a sharp breath catching in his throat. His eyes burned the more he blinked to clear them.

"Crawl...ed...count?"

[lilypotter60]

"Stephen," Lily greeted him with a wry smile and a quick raise of her eyebrows in silent question. But then, turning her attention back to John, she frowned, gently but firmly pulling his hands away from his legs.

"Hold still a moment." With a quick twist of her wand, her other hand still supporting John's head, the boy rose slowly and evenly from the ground and over to a nearby bed.

"Crawled?" she looked down at John with a sigh. "Probably not the wisest move, there, mate." Glancing up at Stephen with a small shrug, Lily then reached for a fresh chart and, once John was settled into the bed, quickly began writing.

[toilet_doe]

"Tried...to walk...fell."

His breath hitched again as he lay his head back against the pillow. "H-hurts..."

He blinked, whimpering as quietly as he could manage. "Cast off...today..."

[estebanmd]

Unlike Lily, Stephen was from a time when men were men, and boys this age were also men, and all of them must needs have their wits about them, whether they'd fetched a good knock on the head or whether the foul emperor's men had broken every bone in their bodies

[toilet_doe]

John found himself scowling now. He wrenched his eyes open, trying to keep his voice level and not piss off someone who was just trying to help, even if he was being a jerk. "I wanted to walk, and I did use my crutches like I'm supposed to. My bones aren't the problem, anyway. As you can see, the only cast that still needs to come off is the one on my right hand, which means it--like the others--are as healed as they're going to get. My nerves in my legs are damaged. And I was only Sorted yesterday. I don't know how to summon a house elf. I don't have a wand yet, either."

He blew out a breath, shaking his head. "Falling hurts my sciatic nerves and the stairs didn't help because my leg muscles are weakened and deformed. That happens when someone breaks them into several separate pieces in the course of trying to kill you. I came here this morning because today is the day my cast on my right arm is supposed to come off and Dr. House told me he'd come here this morning and remove it for me. He said someone named Agnes Nutter

[coxinsox]

Cox had been in the back room, mixing up some potions he was too lazy to take down to Stephen's lab, but at the commotion in the Wing proper he found himself stirred from his work. Because, honestly, things actually happening in the Wing was... rare, and when they did happen, they tended to be entertaining.

So he walked out just in time to hear John's bitching explanation, which earned the group at large a surprised look. "Oh, I see we've got a sassy one today," he commented. "What's going on?" He started to approach the group, but stopped when he spotted Stephen. His eyes narrowed. "And just what in the hell are you doing here? I thought I told you never to come back, you psychopath."

In actuality, he was feeling as friendly towards Stephen as he ever did, which was quite a bit. It was just that fucking with patients was fun. He folded his arms and growled. "I'~'d stay back if I were you," he told John. "He butchered three people last week."

[lilypotter60]

"Stephen," Lily protested quietly, though the corners of her mouth were twitching up. But her expression turned sober as she looked down at John. "Dr. Maturin is right. John, is it? Look, I realize you're in pain, but bloody crawling through stone hallways is not the best move."

With quick flicks of her wand, Lily proceeded to run a few tests, grimacing at what she found. "And you have, indeed, made it worse."

And then, lo and behold, Cox chose that moment to enter. Good thing, too, as Lily's mouth had just opened to deliver some choice words after John's little outburst. "You," she murmured to John, "just lie back and relax, yeah? I'm getting you some pain medication. And don't get too attached to getting rid of that cast. The Healers will decide that."

Then, glancing over at Cox, she grinned. "House is trying to poach our patients again, I suppose. This young man crawled in to see us. Supposedly he's to have his cast off."

[estebanmd]

"There shall be no poaching here," said Stephen, quite sternly, eyeing Cox with what the other doctor would very likely recognise as the same face he generally wore while gleefully combining random explosive solutions: that is to say, to anyone else it would probably appear a rather less benign mad-scientist expression. "I have not had the chance to perform a decent trephination since the year of our Lord 1812."

[coxinsox]

Oh, good. Stephen was in on it -- the last thing Perry needed was another duel. Excellent. Anyway, the last time he and Stephen had discussed trephination, Cox had called him a barbarian or something like that because I'm too lazy to look. This time, he pursed his lips and made a thoughtful little sound.

Ignoring the kid on the bed -- oh, he'd heard him, twice now, and knew exactly what was going on -- he folded his hands behind his head and nodded. "Yeah-huh. Just try not to kill this one, all right? I've got more important things to deal with right now." He exchanged a look with Lily. "Like a certain Dr. Gimpy."

[toilet_doe]

John sighed, amused despite his foul situation. "Dr. House's dad asked him to do it. Dr. House said it was because we cripples have the uncanny ability to pick each other out in a crowd."

He paused. "That and he said he was bored."

[lilypotter60]

Summoning over a bottle of pain pills, she rolled her eyes. Just a little. But, honestly, Muggle techniques were so barbaric. "Take these," she instructed John. "And stop taking whatever else it is you're on. Obviously they're not working, so we'll just come up with something better."

Grinning slightly at the two doctors, she brought John a glass of water and nodded at him, indicating he should take the pills. "No one is killing anyone," she grumped. "Do you know how much sodding paperwork that causes?"

Raising one eyebrow marginally at Cox - he'd know the look; Lily was extremely amused and trying to hide it - she shook her head. "The mud-pit again? Really, you should think of something new. How about some sort of sparring contest? With big foam fingers."

((Shall we keep a posting order, perhaps? :p Maybe Stephen, Cox, Lily, John?))

[estebanmd]

(( Right-o, posting order of Stephen-Cox-Lily-John beginneth now! ))

"It only requires paperwork because you insist on filling out the paperwork," Stephen huffed. "Myself, I find the paperwork useful to spread on the floor for catching the blood. That way one does not slip in it."

[coxinsox]

If Cox had been a lesser man, he might have cracked at that. Or at Lily bringing up the mudpit, for that matter. But, come on. He was Perry Cox. He was better than that.

"Fair enough. What'd you give him?" He nodded at the pills. "Cyanide?"