RP: First Aid
Date: 13 June 2005
Characters: Ernie Macmillan, Lavender Brown
Location: The hospital
Status: Private
Summary: Ernie needs some first aid training.
Completion: Complete
Ernie reported to work at his usual time. As soon as Ambrose looked up from the paperwork he was doing, he said, "To the hospital, Macmillan."
Ernie just blinked. He loathed the hospital, having spent entirely too many months at St. Mungo's in the past four years. "Pardon?" Maybe he'd heard Ambrose incorrectly.
Ambrose shook his head. "Hospital. Go. Now." When Ernie continued to look at him blankly, he tossed his quill onto his desk and sighed. "As an Auror, you will often be the first responder to a scene. Sometimes there will be injured people. In a worst case scenario, you may have to treat yourself. Therefore, you need training. Go to the hospital."
"Er...for whom do I ask?" he said, still not liking the fact that he had to go to the hospital. He'd not been there since the troubles.
"I don't know, Macmillan." Ambrose consulted a piece of paper. "Ask for Lyda. She'll point you in the right direction." Picking up his quill again, he finished with a curt, "Off with you then."
Ernie would've nodded in agreement, but Ambrose wasn't even looking at him. So he trudged back out to the street and Apparated to the hospital. The sooner he was there, the sooner he'd be done. Once he'd found Lyda, he told her he was here for first aid training. She replied that someone would be with him shortly.
Characters: Ernie Macmillan, Lavender Brown
Location: The hospital
Status: Private
Summary: Ernie needs some first aid training.
Completion: Complete
Ernie reported to work at his usual time. As soon as Ambrose looked up from the paperwork he was doing, he said, "To the hospital, Macmillan."
Ernie just blinked. He loathed the hospital, having spent entirely too many months at St. Mungo's in the past four years. "Pardon?" Maybe he'd heard Ambrose incorrectly.
Ambrose shook his head. "Hospital. Go. Now." When Ernie continued to look at him blankly, he tossed his quill onto his desk and sighed. "As an Auror, you will often be the first responder to a scene. Sometimes there will be injured people. In a worst case scenario, you may have to treat yourself. Therefore, you need training. Go to the hospital."
"Er...for whom do I ask?" he said, still not liking the fact that he had to go to the hospital. He'd not been there since the troubles.
"I don't know, Macmillan." Ambrose consulted a piece of paper. "Ask for Lyda. She'll point you in the right direction." Picking up his quill again, he finished with a curt, "Off with you then."
Ernie would've nodded in agreement, but Ambrose wasn't even looking at him. So he trudged back out to the street and Apparated to the hospital. The sooner he was there, the sooner he'd be done. Once he'd found Lyda, he told her he was here for first aid training. She replied that someone would be with him shortly.