Date: November 21, 2004
Characters: Ginny Weasley, Adrian Pucey, Anyone
Location: Hospital
Status: Public
Summary: Ginny makes rounds at the hospital. Where's Dr. Robert Chase when ya need 'im?
Completion: Complete
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The toe bone connected to the heel bone. The heel bone connected to the foot bone. )
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"There's a young man down in the lobby," The receptionist said softly, glancing past Ginny with an air of nervousness. Not everyone was as comfortable in the ward as Ginny was.
Ginny guided the older woman out of the doorway and closed the ward behind her, following her down the stairs with a barely suppressed yawn. Pushing the lobby doors open, she adjusted her robes as she crossed the floor to where their latest patient sat, his gaze fixed firmly on his feet. His riot of silky black curls framed the sides of his face, obscuring his identity from the Healer.
"Hello, I'm Healer Weasley. What can I help you with today?" Ginny had been clipping a new patient parchment to her board for notes as she gave her opening talk, looking up only after she'd stopped speaking.
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'Right after I change my name.'
For once, we agree.
Ginny bit back an exasperated sigh as she tucked her quill under the clipboard clip, swinging her hands behind her back to clasp her wrist as she rocked on her heels. Keeping her tone even, she answered. "That's right. Healer Weasley, Mr. Pucey."
Her gaze softened as she took in the puppy-dog eyes he was giving her as he held his pants leg up with a shrug. Setting the clipboard on the chair beside him, Ginny dropped to one knee as she pulled her wand from her robe pocket.
"How far did you fall, Mr. Pucey? You shouldn't have waited so long to come in... this has to hurt."
Laying a gentle hand on his calf, she glanced up at him, brown eyes full of concern and professionalism as she gently guided her wand close to his very swollen ankle. "Please tell me if I hurt you, Mr. Pucey."
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"How long have I been on the clock?" A confused look flickered across her face as she instinctively turned her head to find the clock on the wall. "What time is it now? Oh. Oh dear. Umm... I've been on the clock for... let's see... seven, yes, twenty eight hours."
Seeing the slightly horrified look on his face, she amended quickly. "Oh, I've catnapped here and there. No worries, I'm perfectly capable of doing my job."
Think you can sneak away?
"As I'm not technically even on the schedule today, sneaking away is kind of a moot point, Adrian, but you'll have to pick the place. I'm afraid my dining out options haven't been expansive past my own tent."
His playful tone was doing funny things to her stomach. Warm, nice things.
And your knees.His deep, soft laughter did warm things, too, but not to her ( ... )
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A quick tug slipped his jacket off and her small hand slipped under the collar of his sweater to gently press against the tense muscles of his shoulder. The damage was old, she could tell from the build-up of scar tissue prominent under his skin. His very soft, very warm shoulder. His very soft, very warm, very muscular shoulder.
Oh dear.
Tapping back the flood of extremely inappropriate thoughts, Ginny tried to keep her voice level. "Does this hurt?"
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