Sometimes it's hard
Characters: Lucian Bole and Ginny Weasley
Rating: PG
Summary: An actress hurts her ankle on the set and meets a handsome Healer.
Ginny limped off the set, waving off the Muggle insisting she go to hospital to be checked. There was no way she was going to ruin this job by admitting she was injured. After reassuring everyone that with a bit of ice and rest she would be back tomorrow bright and early. Still limping, she made her way to the closest Apparition point and reappeared in Dublin, just outside Lucian Bole's office. She'd looked him up long ago in the case she'd need medical attention while she was filming in Ireland. For Ginny, the fact that his clinic was walk-in and not in London- not to mention she'd heard nothing but good things about his bedside manner- was why she'd picked him.
Wincing, she stepped inside and braced her hand on the wall. She was willing to bet her ankle was broken badly.
As it was early evening, most of the clinic's clients were walk-in patients and seeing as it was December and most people were busy with holiday plans it wasn't as busy in the waiting room as could be expected at any other time of the year. Not that Lucian Bole cared either way. He'd still be at work whether there were patients or not.
After having taken care of a toddler with a bad burn and a local carpenter who'd broke his thumb by hitting it with his hammer, Lucian stepped out into the waiting room to call in the next patient, stopping and staring when he saw her.
Her long red hair was down and she had skin so pale that it looked like cream. She was like a light in a dark room and he could honestly say he'd never seen anyone as pretty as this witch in his life. It was odd, but he felt he should know her but even with the familiar surname he didn't.
"Miss Weasley," he said softly, not taking his eyes off her as he read her name off the file in his hands. "Miss Ginny Weasley."
Ginny's brows shot up. "That'd be me, but I don't think I can make it another step on my own."
Lucian shook himself out of the stupor surrounding him and he moved forward toward her. "Oh, a'course not. Your ankle, is it? Here, let me help ya." In an odd sense of chivalry and without being able to explain why he chose to do it this way, he slid his arms around her, picking her up as one would carry their bride over the threshold and and carried her down the corridor to the nearest examining room.
He set her down on the cushioned table and held his hand out for the file that levitated into his hand from where he'd rested it on the reception counter before closing the door.
"Thanks," she quipped wryly. "I should've started coming here long ago. No seriously, I appreciate it, I would've fallen on my face."
"That'd be unfortunate," he said distracted, not trusting himself to look up from her file just yet. "I see here that you're no stranger ta injury. I imagine what with Quidditch and all those brothers of yours that it's not an uncommon thing to have a broken bone or two."
"This was work related. I fell on set." Ginny wasn't sure what to make of the very handsome man, so she simply gave a report as she would have done to the team physio. "I twisted it and heard more than one snap. Here, and here," she explained, leaning over to point out the places on her ankle. "But I need to be back on my feet at 5am for my call. Can you fix it?"
"Let me take a look," he said, sliding his chair nearer to her, trying to remind himself to be professional as he lifted her ankle into his lap. It was swollen and a dangerous colour. "How long have you been walking on this, lass?" the Healer asked, leaning back for his wand from the cabinet behind them.
She crossed her arms over her chest and all but pouted. "I had to get here, didn't I?"
Lucian finally looked up at her, his own brown eyes matching hers. "What I mean is did you injure your ankle this morning, or did it happen shortly before you arrived here? There is quite a bit o'damage that can be explained one of two ways. Either the initial injury was extensive or you waited and aggravated it over the course o'the day."
"A couple of hours ago give or take. I elevated it and iced it until I could make my way here. How bad is it?"
"I'm afraid it's not lookin' good, Miss Weasley," Lucian said, still examining the extent of the damage with his wand. "It's more than just a bone injury. There's tendon and muscle damage here as well."
She leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows. "I can't be injured. It has to be fixed so I can be at work tomorrow. Please fix it."
"The best thing you can do for yourself is take a few days off. I can fix the bones over night but it's the peroneal tendon that I'm concerned about. Surely your employer will understand," he affirmed, rolling back to his desk where her file lay.
Ginny glared. "Hell no. I just got this job and my reliability gave me a leg up over the other actresses! I won't miss a day."
The Healer sighed and looked down at his file for a few moments before turning back to the red-headed witch. "'Ter's no way - medically, magically or otherwise - that I can heal you in a day. You're certainly free ta try ta find a second opinion that will tell you what you wanta hear, but I'm actually thinkin' of your health, Miss Weasley."
It ought to have been amusing that as calm as Lucian was, his Irish accent was getting thicker the longer he spoke to her but he didn't even notice. In the past, he'd dealt with his fair share of patients who were not happy with his decisions though most weren't as beautiful as the witch in front of him. He tilted his head, pausing as he had another thought. "I may consider... well, if you'd be willin to follow a regimen a closely monitored pain management and regular visits so I can work on your progress it may be plausible to return to work earlier."
Dubious after years of dealing with Molly Weasley's tricks, she eyed him. Surely he wasn't going to give over so easily. "Is there a catch?"
He looked at her strangely. He hadn't expected that. "Should there be a catch? You asked how you can possibly go ta work tomorrow and this is the only answer that I can see. Generally, pain potions are highly addictive when used continually and I would only consider this plan if you agreed to close monitoring for a few weeks while you fully recover. You will not be anywhere near 100% by tomorrow but I trust that your a capable actress and will be able to fake it for your boss."
"You obviously haven't met my mother," she muttered darkly, before shaking her head and smiling widely. "What does that entail? Would I have to come here every evening? Or you come by my flat? I am willing to work with you on this."
"Either would work. I know you must have responsibilities and having to come to Dublin every night may not be convenient. If you'd prefer a house call I can work around your schedule."
"I think house calls would be best as I don't want anyone knowing I'm injured. For the next two weeks I should be home by six but the third week we are filming at night." She opened her purse and pulled out a planner. "What is best for you?"
Lucian stood and retrieved two vials from his cabinet, looking at the writing on each before looking back at her and handing her the first. "Here, drink this please. It's a rotation. This month I've clinic hours until eight and usually stay later than that doing paperwork."
"That's fine. Do you prefer Apparating or Flooing?" She read the label before drinking it. "Oh that's vile," she sputtered at the taste.
"Skele-Gro has that reputation. You don't even want to know what it's made out of," Lucian made a face in an uncharacteristic expression of his own sense of humour, something he rarely showed friends let alone his patients.
Clearing his throat, he continued on, "I can do whichever you're comfortable with. Is shortly after eight acceptable? I promise I won't stay long in case you have plans and we can always adjust the schedule as we go along."
She held up her hand, grinning delightedly at his funny face. "Please don't share the ingredients. Potions and Herbology were my worst classes because I couldn't stand knowing what went into healing potions. Shortly after eight is perfect."
He gave her a rare smile and made a note on her chart. "All right, Miss Weasley. I'm going to brace your ankle and then we're done for tonight. I have two doses of pain medication. One for this evening with a slow-acting sleeping draught mixed in and one for tomorrow before you go to work. They are clearly labelled."
Ginny could only nod, his smile had rendered her pretty much speechless.
He worked on her leg carefully but quickly and then watched her take the full dose of evening potion. "It would be best for ya to get home and rest tonight. By the morn your break should be healed and all you'll feel is the residual pain from the torn tendon."
Gingerly, she put a little pressure on her ankle and when she reached out for him, he helped her down the hall to the waiting room. "Be sure to update your address with Pamela at the front desk on the way out and I meant it, Ginny. Floo home and then rest. I'll know tomorrow if you didn't."
"I'll go home straight away and rest." She held out her hand to him. "Thank you very much and I'll see you tomorrow."
"You're welcome," he said, shaking her hand and feeling her warm fingers against his cold ones. "Take care of your ankle."
For some reason, she was reluctant to release his hand and step away. Smiling up at him, she nodded. "I'll elevate it and order take away. Don't forget to take care of yourself as well, Lucian."
Her usage of his given name gave him pause and he tilted his head appraisingly. "I always do, Miss Weasley. I'll see you tomorrow then." With that, he forced himself to let go of her hand, taking the next chart thrust into his hands from his receptionist.
"Will O'Grady?" he called, his gaze still fixed on the red-head in front of him for a brief second until he remembered himself shook himself out if it.
With one last nod at the witch, Lucian following the young man with several bandages wrapped around his forehead into a examination room, hoping that he'd be able to focus on the matter at hand and stomp down the feelings of anticipation he felt surging inside him for the next evening to just arrive already.
Rating: PG
Summary: An actress hurts her ankle on the set and meets a handsome Healer.
Ginny limped off the set, waving off the Muggle insisting she go to hospital to be checked. There was no way she was going to ruin this job by admitting she was injured. After reassuring everyone that with a bit of ice and rest she would be back tomorrow bright and early. Still limping, she made her way to the closest Apparition point and reappeared in Dublin, just outside Lucian Bole's office. She'd looked him up long ago in the case she'd need medical attention while she was filming in Ireland. For Ginny, the fact that his clinic was walk-in and not in London- not to mention she'd heard nothing but good things about his bedside manner- was why she'd picked him.
Wincing, she stepped inside and braced her hand on the wall. She was willing to bet her ankle was broken badly.
As it was early evening, most of the clinic's clients were walk-in patients and seeing as it was December and most people were busy with holiday plans it wasn't as busy in the waiting room as could be expected at any other time of the year. Not that Lucian Bole cared either way. He'd still be at work whether there were patients or not.
After having taken care of a toddler with a bad burn and a local carpenter who'd broke his thumb by hitting it with his hammer, Lucian stepped out into the waiting room to call in the next patient, stopping and staring when he saw her.
Her long red hair was down and she had skin so pale that it looked like cream. She was like a light in a dark room and he could honestly say he'd never seen anyone as pretty as this witch in his life. It was odd, but he felt he should know her but even with the familiar surname he didn't.
"Miss Weasley," he said softly, not taking his eyes off her as he read her name off the file in his hands. "Miss Ginny Weasley."
Ginny's brows shot up. "That'd be me, but I don't think I can make it another step on my own."
Lucian shook himself out of the stupor surrounding him and he moved forward toward her. "Oh, a'course not. Your ankle, is it? Here, let me help ya." In an odd sense of chivalry and without being able to explain why he chose to do it this way, he slid his arms around her, picking her up as one would carry their bride over the threshold and and carried her down the corridor to the nearest examining room.
He set her down on the cushioned table and held his hand out for the file that levitated into his hand from where he'd rested it on the reception counter before closing the door.
"Thanks," she quipped wryly. "I should've started coming here long ago. No seriously, I appreciate it, I would've fallen on my face."
"That'd be unfortunate," he said distracted, not trusting himself to look up from her file just yet. "I see here that you're no stranger ta injury. I imagine what with Quidditch and all those brothers of yours that it's not an uncommon thing to have a broken bone or two."
"This was work related. I fell on set." Ginny wasn't sure what to make of the very handsome man, so she simply gave a report as she would have done to the team physio. "I twisted it and heard more than one snap. Here, and here," she explained, leaning over to point out the places on her ankle. "But I need to be back on my feet at 5am for my call. Can you fix it?"
"Let me take a look," he said, sliding his chair nearer to her, trying to remind himself to be professional as he lifted her ankle into his lap. It was swollen and a dangerous colour. "How long have you been walking on this, lass?" the Healer asked, leaning back for his wand from the cabinet behind them.
She crossed her arms over her chest and all but pouted. "I had to get here, didn't I?"
Lucian finally looked up at her, his own brown eyes matching hers. "What I mean is did you injure your ankle this morning, or did it happen shortly before you arrived here? There is quite a bit o'damage that can be explained one of two ways. Either the initial injury was extensive or you waited and aggravated it over the course o'the day."
"A couple of hours ago give or take. I elevated it and iced it until I could make my way here. How bad is it?"
"I'm afraid it's not lookin' good, Miss Weasley," Lucian said, still examining the extent of the damage with his wand. "It's more than just a bone injury. There's tendon and muscle damage here as well."
She leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows. "I can't be injured. It has to be fixed so I can be at work tomorrow. Please fix it."
"The best thing you can do for yourself is take a few days off. I can fix the bones over night but it's the peroneal tendon that I'm concerned about. Surely your employer will understand," he affirmed, rolling back to his desk where her file lay.
Ginny glared. "Hell no. I just got this job and my reliability gave me a leg up over the other actresses! I won't miss a day."
The Healer sighed and looked down at his file for a few moments before turning back to the red-headed witch. "'Ter's no way - medically, magically or otherwise - that I can heal you in a day. You're certainly free ta try ta find a second opinion that will tell you what you wanta hear, but I'm actually thinkin' of your health, Miss Weasley."
It ought to have been amusing that as calm as Lucian was, his Irish accent was getting thicker the longer he spoke to her but he didn't even notice. In the past, he'd dealt with his fair share of patients who were not happy with his decisions though most weren't as beautiful as the witch in front of him. He tilted his head, pausing as he had another thought. "I may consider... well, if you'd be willin to follow a regimen a closely monitored pain management and regular visits so I can work on your progress it may be plausible to return to work earlier."
Dubious after years of dealing with Molly Weasley's tricks, she eyed him. Surely he wasn't going to give over so easily. "Is there a catch?"
He looked at her strangely. He hadn't expected that. "Should there be a catch? You asked how you can possibly go ta work tomorrow and this is the only answer that I can see. Generally, pain potions are highly addictive when used continually and I would only consider this plan if you agreed to close monitoring for a few weeks while you fully recover. You will not be anywhere near 100% by tomorrow but I trust that your a capable actress and will be able to fake it for your boss."
"You obviously haven't met my mother," she muttered darkly, before shaking her head and smiling widely. "What does that entail? Would I have to come here every evening? Or you come by my flat? I am willing to work with you on this."
"Either would work. I know you must have responsibilities and having to come to Dublin every night may not be convenient. If you'd prefer a house call I can work around your schedule."
"I think house calls would be best as I don't want anyone knowing I'm injured. For the next two weeks I should be home by six but the third week we are filming at night." She opened her purse and pulled out a planner. "What is best for you?"
Lucian stood and retrieved two vials from his cabinet, looking at the writing on each before looking back at her and handing her the first. "Here, drink this please. It's a rotation. This month I've clinic hours until eight and usually stay later than that doing paperwork."
"That's fine. Do you prefer Apparating or Flooing?" She read the label before drinking it. "Oh that's vile," she sputtered at the taste.
"Skele-Gro has that reputation. You don't even want to know what it's made out of," Lucian made a face in an uncharacteristic expression of his own sense of humour, something he rarely showed friends let alone his patients.
Clearing his throat, he continued on, "I can do whichever you're comfortable with. Is shortly after eight acceptable? I promise I won't stay long in case you have plans and we can always adjust the schedule as we go along."
She held up her hand, grinning delightedly at his funny face. "Please don't share the ingredients. Potions and Herbology were my worst classes because I couldn't stand knowing what went into healing potions. Shortly after eight is perfect."
He gave her a rare smile and made a note on her chart. "All right, Miss Weasley. I'm going to brace your ankle and then we're done for tonight. I have two doses of pain medication. One for this evening with a slow-acting sleeping draught mixed in and one for tomorrow before you go to work. They are clearly labelled."
Ginny could only nod, his smile had rendered her pretty much speechless.
He worked on her leg carefully but quickly and then watched her take the full dose of evening potion. "It would be best for ya to get home and rest tonight. By the morn your break should be healed and all you'll feel is the residual pain from the torn tendon."
Gingerly, she put a little pressure on her ankle and when she reached out for him, he helped her down the hall to the waiting room. "Be sure to update your address with Pamela at the front desk on the way out and I meant it, Ginny. Floo home and then rest. I'll know tomorrow if you didn't."
"I'll go home straight away and rest." She held out her hand to him. "Thank you very much and I'll see you tomorrow."
"You're welcome," he said, shaking her hand and feeling her warm fingers against his cold ones. "Take care of your ankle."
For some reason, she was reluctant to release his hand and step away. Smiling up at him, she nodded. "I'll elevate it and order take away. Don't forget to take care of yourself as well, Lucian."
Her usage of his given name gave him pause and he tilted his head appraisingly. "I always do, Miss Weasley. I'll see you tomorrow then." With that, he forced himself to let go of her hand, taking the next chart thrust into his hands from his receptionist.
"Will O'Grady?" he called, his gaze still fixed on the red-head in front of him for a brief second until he remembered himself shook himself out if it.
With one last nod at the witch, Lucian following the young man with several bandages wrapped around his forehead into a examination room, hoping that he'd be able to focus on the matter at hand and stomp down the feelings of anticipation he felt surging inside him for the next evening to just arrive already.